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[thebluester2020]

[RE4] Kinktober Day 11: "In Heat"

Summary: Livestock guardians were rare enough, and training them was no easy feat either. But...being in a bind, you decided to take your chances and adopt one! Only, you weren't warned that his heats would be so...intense.

Warning(s): Perv!Reader (She watches Leon fuck his pillow), Yearning(Leon wishes to fuck the reader but doesn't), Dog!Hyrbid Leon, Whiny! Leon, Begging, Masturbation (Both on the reader's and Leon's side obv), Thigh-fucking, Leon low-key being a horn dog.

Side Note(s): Lol I was going to do Lycaon (again) from ZZZ but— the fact I haven't dedicated any Kinktober days to my favorite baddie Leon Kennedy yet is blasphemous, so here I am <33

Searching for a good livestock guardian dog was hard.

Costs aside, training them and getting them used to the farm animals was no easy task. It took a lot of patience and practice over the years and even then? The dog wasn't promised to be absolutely perfect! In hindsight though, you knew you should've been on the lookout the second you had begun buying the necessary resources for your farm. After all, it seemed like just yesterday when you were still waiting for your house to be built, and now? You were only a month away from moving!

The clock was ticking, you needed a guardian dog and you needed one now. No training required.

Which was how you ended up where you are today, at a dog hybrid adoption center, located in the center of your small town. It was a homey place, plenty of space for the hybrids to wander around, and even a dedicated meeting area for them and their potential owners to get to know one another. At first, you felt almost...strange, for considering a hybrid for your farm.

They were called "hybrids" for a reason. They were human but...with animal features and some tendencies here and there, you probably wouldn't even have been here today if your friend hadn't convinced you to at least check it out and so far? You were having no more luck than you were shopping the market for a traditional dog.

"Do you have any hybrids that are good with livestock? Guarding, maybe?" You asked the front desk worker after another conversation with a hybrid cut short.

You weren't searching for a puppy, they had too much energy and you were certain that wouldn't bode well with the animals! An older dog would have been preferable. "Still no luck?" The woman said with an apologetic smile as she searched through the system.

You shook your head with a sigh. "I'm moving in a month, I want to hopefully find a dog today and bring him home soon so I can get him or her used to me."

The woman didn't respond for a beat or two, her eyes narrowed in focus as she searched and searched...until her eyes brightened and she turned the computer screen towards you. "Leon may be a good fit for you! His background is in government, very calm and dependable." As you looked at the picture, you were shocked that no one had picked him yet. good traits aside, he was handsome and you knew that there was a market for people who preferred to use their hybrids for lovers rather than pets.

Not that you planned to use him in that way of course.

"Is he available to talk now?" You asked.

"He will be tomorrow! We try to give our shyer residents more time to know when they want to be spoken to."

You nodded your head in understanding as the worker passed you a few documents to sign as well as choosing a time when you wanted to talk. You suddenly felt nervous, intimidated even! When you looked at Leon Kennedy's profile, he appeared dangerous and you weren't just talking about the deadly scowl on his face nor the fact that he was a Malinois hybrid. His eyes were a deep baby blue, combined with his dirty blonde hair and his hardened features as well as his muscular frame.

You weren't able to deny that he was handsome.

But...you could worry about keeping your mind out of the gutter once you talked with him.

. . .

The next day came by quick. The second you woke up, you were already getting ready to meet with your potential hybrid and you wanted to make a good first impression! You donned a cute but professional style and even took the time to bring gifts as well as had photos of your current apartment and new home already saved to your phone. You wanted to make sure all your cards lined up to having Leon accept you as his owner.

And...you thought you were doing good so far, hopefully. As you currently sat in front of him, his expression was unreadable as his eyes flicked from the photos of your home that you had given him as well as the treat basket you brought along with you.

"You want me as a livestock guardian?" He questioned.

"Yes!" You chirped. "The animals aren't there yet but they will be pretty soon, about a week or two after I move in."

When he didn't respond, you added on a question. "Are you...good with livestock?"

He slowly nodded his head. "I can learn, it can't be any harder than guarding people."

"Your profile mentioned you were in the government. What did you do?"

"Classified missions." He curtly responded.

"...Like?"

He scoffed at your pushiness. "The word classified is there for a reason."

"Seeing as you're still so loyal, you must've been a good one." You complimented. You tried to withhold a chuckle at the sound of Leon's tail thumping against his chair. "Why did you leave?"

"I—" You tilted your head when he paused, the sight of his cheeks beginning to tint pink a little also making your suspicions go up before his shoulders eventually slumped and he sighed. "It's not important, I was simply no longer fit for the missions they were assigning me." His ears flattened at the memory of him being dismissed. For the last few years since that day, he tried to convince himself that it was for the best but...he was used to being active, constantly on the move and doing things. Trading that lifestyle for a quiet and inactive one here in the shelter?

Although the place was nice, it wasn't for him!

Life on a farm could give him some movement, some purpose again.

"Well, I think you'll be a perfect fit for my farm! If you want to actually come with me that is."

Leon looked you up and down, you appeared hard-working and stern. But kind and gentle, it also helped that you were a pretty thing to look at. After being in the government for so long, so many missions where he'd seen the most unimaginable horrors that no normal person should ever see...it was nice to know that he'd be able to look at you all day, working for you.

So, he nodded his head, his tail once again beginning to wag at the sight of your smile.

You grinned. "We'll get along just fine, you and me!"

. . .

And get along fine, the both of you did.

It turns out that there was a reason why Leon wasn't adopted. His ruts were insatiable.

A week after adopting him, you and he had spent the entire time decorating the room you had dedicated to him! You had learned that before he worked for the government, he used to be a guard cop (the puppy photos he had shown you were absolutely adorable might you add) and he was a fan of old-school music groups. You had struck gold with him, you thought. He was a hard worker and was relatively quiet! Although his jokes were a little dry and he had so many cop one-liners that you couldn't even begin to count them all.

You liked Leon.

And that like towards him...you wouldn't deny that it began to inch towards a more romantic direction, especially after what you were currently witnessing tonight.

"F-Fuck..." Through the crack of Leon's door, he was currently rutting against his pillow feverishly. It was bunched up underneath him, his claws threatening to tear the sheets underneath him with how hard he was rutting his dick back and forth on the pillow.

You should've turned away, you should've ignored that ache that started to build up in the pit of your stomach. It was inappropriate of you to watch him like some type of pervert! And you almost did until...you heard your name. "Y-Y/N..." Leon panted out, you could see the light of the moon shine on the hint of drool that began to dribble out the side of his mouth. He sucked in his bottom lip as he threw his head back with a low growl. "Fucking cute owner..." He whined. "I-If only you would help me..." His words were so whispered that you almost missed it.

The ache in your panties was growing near unbearable, and even as every rational part of your brain told you to keep your hand away from your throbbing clit, to go back to bed and act like you hadn't seen or heard anything. You continued to stay, soon clasping a hand around your mouth in order to withhold the moan that threatened to escape from your lips. Especially as your fingers began to circle around your clit, the aching growing more and more by the second as you continued to listen in on Leon's moans.

"Fucking hell—" Suddenly Leon pushed the pillow away from him before he sat on the bed, his hand quickly rushing to his cock as he started to fist his length, the slick sounds of his hand moving along his cock aiding in your own masturbation as you began to finger yourself to the pace of his hand movements.

And in the process, you imagined what his cock would feel like inside your sex. You imagined the veins along his cock rubbing against your inner walls, the sound of his rough growls against your ear whilst the lewd sounds of his pelvis meeting your ass rang throughout the air. "Y' like that owner?" You heard Leon mutter to himself before his curses steadily turned into moans.

You could tell he was close by the way he began to buck into his own hand, causing you to speed up your own ministrations as it quickly became a struggle to withhold your moans. Until a squeak accidentally escaped your lips, and Leon's ear flicked to the door before his pants began to slowly come to a stop.

Yet his hand didn't. "Naughty girl..." Leon said in your direction.

You quickly tore your hand from your underwear with a gasp, but before you could walk away. Leon stopped you with a sharp growl. "Leaving so soon after watching me fuck my own hand? And while you were flicking your clit." He snapped. "Get in here and help me out!" He ordered.

You hesitated for another moment or two before you slowly inched the door open with an embarrassed blush on your face. However, your hybrid had little concern for your embarrassment at the moment before he suddenly rose to his feet and grabbed ahold of your arm, and forced you to sit on the bed. His eyes were trained on you as he then pushed you gently to lay on your back whilst he lifted your legs.

You softly moaned at the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your ass briefly before he took your chin into his hand. "...Can I?"

You heard the desperation in his voice and how hard he was trying to reel it in. "I just wanna fuck your thighs, promise. Nothing else, just that." He assured you, his hips unconsciously bucking against the back of your thighs. And the second you nodded your head "yes", he let out a deep moan when he finally pushed himself between your plush thighs. "Been thinkin' 'bout this for a week..." He began to babble.

"You and this sexy body," He moaned. "Made my rut come early..." You whined when his hand began to feel up and down your body, all before his hand began to rub at your clit. "Clearly you've been thinkin' about me too, huh?"

You nodded shamelessly. "T-Tried not to..." You admitted with a whisper. "Didn't—oh...—want to make you uncomfortable..."

"With having a slutty owner who likes the idea of her personal dog fucking her needy cunt? Oh no baby, quite the opposite..." Then he leaned down to press his soft lips against your own, the feeling of your lips on his own after so many previous nights of imagining them on his cock...he couldn't help but begin to fuck your thighs with more fervor. "Couldn't get you out of my mind." He mumbled against your lips.

Leon's other large hand then left your waist to begin fondling your breasts, taking more care to give one of them more attention than the other as he began to flick your nipple. Leon's body was practically molding with your own body as he continued to kiss you, his technique becoming more sloppy along with his thrusts. "C-Close..." He whispered, tearing his lips from your own when you lightly smacked him for air.

You moaned. "M-Me too." You responded, a needy whine leaving your lips when he began to speed up his rapid flicking of your clit. Your increased moans and whines were going straight to his cock, nothing but lust and adoration for you as both his owner and the woman he now wanted to breed coursing through his veins as he felt your pussy twitch as his cock rubbed against it. "Cumming!" You just barely managed to get out before your eyes slammed shut and your mouth opened in a silent scream.

Leon wasn't too far behind as a string of curses fell from his lips, his hips bucking against your ass a few more times before he stilled and you felt strings of his hot cum shoot out and onto your stomach and chest. The two of you breathed heavily, the lust in the air hot and unignorable as you both came down from your highs. With a shakey moan, however, Leon slipped from your thighs as he looked over you.

Already he could feel himself getting hard. Something that you quickly took notice of. "A-Already...?" You said tiredly.

He nodded his head, his tail beginning to wag eagerly as he gently began to part your legs. "You're the reason why my rut started early...take responsibility."

It seemed you were in for an even longer night further taking care of your new hybrid...

[classiccowboy]

instagram j.b.

summary: follow joe and his wife evie as they go through his football career.

series masterlist.

evie

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evie: you’re all caught up..

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user: obsessed with every bit of this

user: it’s time for my annual offseason unfollow..

> evie: see ya in september!

joeyb_9: traveling with you is probably my favorite thing ever

> evie: you hear that @lahjay10_? be jealous.

> lahjay10_: @joeyb_9 we got a long off season coming up, just remember that.

> user: are we getting off season joemarr content???

user: that soup meal looks sooo good

> evie: there are few things jb can cook but a grilled cheese is damn sure one of them. 🤤

user: i can’t believe you were in austin!

evie

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evie: what the hell? tennis is kind of cool.

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user: no one likes you.

> evie: oh?

user: just had to put joe in there

> evie: well yeah duh.

millyg: are you kidding me rn? 😩

> evie: you were invited this time. don’t do that.

joeyb_9: watching it with you is even cooler. 😎

> evie: omg. joe burrow just said i was cool. *screams in fangirl* i love you.

user: always using joe for clout. 🤣

> evie: just say you want my man??

user: i hate when people come at you in the comments, you are literally the best. chin up queen!

> evie: 💗💗

evie

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evie: channeled my inner soccer mom for the #ProBowlGames

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user: i’m jealous

joeyb_9: you’d make the hottest soccer mom. 😉

> evie: 😏

> user: don’t tease us like that

> user: a baby burrow would be the cutest

> user: please do not allow this woman to reproduce.

user: spending your spare time at the gucci store? your privilege is showing. spending your husbands money is all you have to offer.

> evie: my friend, i am not a gold digger or a trophy wife, if i spent money in that store it’s because i earned it. however, i didn’t. i was watching my husband play in the pro bowl. (that’s my privilege) 🙂

> user: eat them up ev!

> user: even if you did buy gucci who actually cares??

> lahjay10_: people who ain’t got nothing better to do. yall need to be so for real.

user: i LOVE the hat. definitely giving soccer mom vibes, im here for it.

> evie: i’m kind of here for it too??

evie

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evie: make the whole place shimmer.. #NFLHonors

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user: joe could do way better

> evie: this comment is so weird.

user: this is the only NFL couple I care about. where is joe?

> evie: he’s like busy being cool and hot and shit

joeyb_9: i love you. thanks for being my super hot date. i couldn’t have made it through all this without you.

> evie: i’ll be your super hot date anytime. i’m so proud of you i don’t even have words. you fucking rock jb.

user: i would give my right arm to be married to your husband.

> evie: a small price to pay really..

user: we stan a supportive wife

> evie: 💗💗

alomen

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alomen: Honors Society. @joeyb_9 wearing custom @alomen to #NFLHonors.

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lahjay10_: My MVP

> user: ja’marr defending his man

user: I am crying

user: a fashion icon

evie: I have absolutely nothing appropriate to say..

evie: my man my man my man

evie: you slayed baby

evie: i should probably cut it out. just wanted to say @joeyb_9 you’re damn hot. that’s all carry on yall.

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Hard work brings cool stuff

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bengals: Our guy!

user: legendary

user: lombardi next

evie: so true king, you deserved more. but i won’t chat about that. i love you so much joey boy, proud is an understatement.

> joeyb_9: you’re just the coolest most supportive person, my best friend. i’m glad you’re always there.

user: side profile is deadly

user: MVP in my heart

user: POOKIE

> joeyb_9: ev you have created monsters.

> evie: i heart my pookie. 🤣💗

evie’s stories

[saiyan-angel-blue]

the world needs more dead boy detective fanfics ........

i have fallen down the dbd rabbit hole, all day at work i couldn't get an imagine out of my head, from the one-line Crystal says about "Charles and Edwin being an old married couple on acid" soooo i post hoping someone will get inspo and fanfic it, the world needs more dbd fanfics….

so imagine the first time charles meets the pervy cat king……

Charles, Niko and Crystal are investigating a lead, Edwin is on his own not far away

he runs into the cat king, or better yet the cat king has been watching Edwin, stalking, who like usual paws at Edwin, really close to him where Edwin can feel the cats breathe on his own face

Edwin can't compute, he's uncomfortable, he hears his name being called, but it sounds like it's in the distance, if only Charles or someone would come and help, the cat kings eyes rack up his body as he leans in close to Edwin running his hands up his chest to his neck, stopping at his bowtie

Edwin gulps, but feels a familiar arm reach around his waist from behind him, grabbing his side, Edwins body spins around, only to stop face first into a strong chest, a gentle large hand on the back of Edwins head pushing it down, his nose now in the crock of familiar neck, he breathes in the cologne, a thumb caressing the nape of Edwins neck, Edwins arms go around the familiar strong body, he lets out a shaky breath

he looks up at the side profile of the boy he has loved for years, Charles, his face like stone his eyes blazing, jaw locked, not looking at Edwin but something in front of him, Edwins eyes follow the line of Charles right arm, stretched out in front of him, holding his cricket bat, following the line of his arm he sees the tip of the bat wedge d under the chin of the cat king pushing up his head, in a strong deadly low voice Charles replies

"Stop fucking pawing at my husband"

both Edwin and Crystal gasp, while Niko jumps squealing

never in the 30+ years Charles and Edwin have been together having anyone touched Edwin in a manner to make Charles jealous, till now

[haveihitanerve]

Heyyy, me again!

I got homework due so this'll not be as long as some other asks-

Damian (or Tim), post some pictures/drawings of Batman on their socials, then have to deal w/ people in their dms being weird about it (aka thirsting over the drawing).

If you go w/ Damian, I think he'd take it as an insult to his father's dignity lmao.

Tim had taken hundreds of pictures of Bruce. Thousands, quite honestly. Both in and out of the suit. He couldn't help it, even though now he no longer needed it for evidence. Bruce was just... he was just so photogenic. In possibly the worst way ever. Tim just couldn't help himself. He needed to take pictures. And Bruce was.. well he was just always there. And Tim... he wanted to capture their moments, wanted to be able to look back on their time together.

He snapped pictures on patrol, when Bruce laughed at one of his jokes, head tilted back, eyes closed, fully relaxed and trusting Tim to have his back, almost like he was savoring the laugh.

He snapped pictures at home, when Bruce was collapsed on the couch, when he was hunched over a case, when he was hugging Dick, or Jason, or fixing Damian's tie, or helping him with homework, or twirling Steph and Cass in a circle, or slow dancing with Selina, or dancing with Babs, holding her up so she could feel like she was standing again.

He snapped pictures during meetings and during calls, during fights and during calm, from close and from afar, with other people or alone... and he never shared them with anyone. Not really. Sometimes, he would pull out one or two pictures as blackmail, show them off. Other times he would use them as proof against Jason, or Dick.

But this one... this picture Tim felt the need to share. It wasn't... anything extraordinary. Not really. It was just Bruce. A side profile. Leaning over the edge of a roof, one leg propped up, his arm resting on it, staring off across Gotham. The gargoyles that framed him on either side were like guards, and the sunlight just peeking over the horizon offered a calm, peaceful look. A protective look.

The Guardian and his People Tim titled the photo, and before he could stop himself, posted it. The replies... exploded. Sweet messages, suspicious messages, loving, hating.... but mostly... horny. Tim was disgusted. It was... revolting the things people said.

Dick found the picture and framed it in his room in Bludhaven, though Tim knew he didn't tell Bruce. Jason liked it. Steph, surprisingly, didn't insult it, and saved it. Cass obviously liked it. Damian started drawing it. It was... nice. Sure, people wanted to fuck his father in ways that were... not ethical. But to those others... to him, to his family. It was Bruce that mattered. Tim closed the comments but left the picture. um idk what that was lemme try again

Damian didn't know what he expected, quite honestly. Screams were not uncommon in Wayne Manor. Everyone had their demons. Everyone had their issues.

But these screams... these were dark, guttural. Tortured. A horror Damian had never heard before. It chilled him to his very bones and against his better judgement... he crept out the door, heading for the room responsible. He was shocked when he realized it was coming from his fathers room.

He pushed the door open slowly, just seconds after the screams cut off. Father was awake. Damian stilled, quiet in the doorway, curious despite his survival instincts screaming for him to run. Bruce was kneeling on his bed, his black sheets pooled around his legs, naked from the waist up. His arms were flexed, laying on top of his thighs, and darkness poured from behind him, shadows curling around his body, paler than the moonlight. His eyes were closed, head drooped. Dark, black hair falling across his face. The words jumped to his mind, the painting already forming.

The Fallen Prince. Damian bowed his head, backing up slowly, but the words would not leave his mind. The Fallen Prince. Beautiful. Alone. Deadly.

He finished the painting the same day and couldn't just handle seeing it alone. Frantic, he grabbed his phone, logging onto his secret account that no one in the family followed, and snapped a picture, posting it.

The replies were instantaneous. "he can fall on me." "We can be alone together" "that dark spot underneath him..." "he can kneel on me." Damian deleted the post the next day, and never spoke of it again. But the painting still remained, buried in the back of his closet, illuminated faintly every time he moved his clothes aside. The Fallen Prince.

ugh okay idk what it is about this prompt but idk i cannot get it right! sry this one just aint working for me, hope you still enjoyed the stories tho, tho they aint correct... idk what it is but my fingers just cant write it properly 🤷‍♀️sry

[diazheartsbuckley]

Fuck it Friday ☀️

Life has been so busy this past week, so I haven’t gotten much writing done. Therefore I present to you: another snippet of my BTHB fic where Eddie gets racially profiled.

Just rereading and editing it makes me so angry 🙃🙃

“You? A firefighter? Right. If you want to lie, at least make it credible. Second-rate citizens don’t exactly do that kind of thing, you know?” Atkins says and Eddie can feel the anger seething beneath his skin, knowing that he should keep his mouth shut but he can’t. “And you sure as hell don’t fit in here, so quit lying and just come clean or I’m gonna have to search you, Eddie Diaz of LAFD” He says it mockingly, almost looking proud of himself. “Of course your name is Diaz” He mumbles to himself, but loud enough for Eddie to hear it.

The anger is burning deep in Eddie’s chest and he feels an overwhelming sense of frustration welling up, threatening to break his otherwise relatively calm and collected behavior.

“I’ve got my ID and badge in my right pocket. Is it okay if I reach for it?” Eddie questions and lifts up his hands to show that they’re empty before he slowly makes a move to reach for his wallet and badge. Atkins takes a quick step backwards and Eddie swears that he sees a flash of anxiety on Atkins’ face despite the fact that he’s the one with a deadly weapon.

“Put your fucking hands where I can see them. People like you don’t belong in this neighborhood and you should know that. I’m sure that there’s something in here that’ll prove that” He grabs the grocery bag again and empties the contents on the ground and Eddie finds himself balling his fists up against his sides. Atkins rummages through it for a second before he turns his attention back on Eddie, his eyes scanning him from top to toe. “Your people are always selling drugs, so if they’re not in here, where are they?” Atkins steps way too close for comfort and Eddie takes a quick but composed step backwards.

“What the hell are you doing to my things? I’m not a fucking drug dealer despite what you think” Eddie snaps, his voice rising in anger and he moves his hand, pointing with it towards the cruiser, staring at Atkins who reaches for his radio. “Don’t fucking do it, just let me show you my ID, so I can get home!” Eddie is done, done being treated like he doesn’t belong in his own neighborhood.

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[cheegu3]

Hi, can I request yandere twice reaction to s/o wanting to break up with them

hi, sorry for the long wait, hope u like it c:

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, emotional manipulation, insults, jealousy, objectification, mentions of self-harm, swearing, restraints, mentions of sex, naive reader - don't read if it makes u uncomfortable

this was based on my twice profile, which is why Momo is absolutely insane lol

Twice - reaction to s/o wanting to break up with them

Jihyo

This would not sit well with her at all. There's no way she'd let you get out of her grasp that easily.

Not only that - but the fact that you even thought about it and asked her for it too? Unacceptable.

However, since she had a bit of a sadistic side, she'd entertain you for a bit. Making it seem like you were free to go while she had people spying on you the whole time. It would make you enough paranoid to lose a huge amount of sleep, making you a bit deranged and not as clear in the head as usual.

Then your ex-girlfriend would magically appear out of nowhere at a café you frequently visited. She had many body guards around her.

'' What are you doing here? Did you follow me here you psycho? '' you spat out the accusation and took a few cautious steps backwards.

Jihyo smiled sweetly at you, but a hint of irritation flashed across her face since you were close to causing a scene and alerting the other customers around.

However, she seemed to have no problem with quickly brushing off the irritation and playing in character again.

'' Follow you? Why would I do that? '' her face contorted into a look of offence now. '' My group was filming nearby so I decided to get a drink during the break. ''

Then she stepped closer, concern in her eyes.

'' Are you okay, y/n? You look really scared? Is something bothering you? ''

And just like that - the bunny had walked into the fox's trap. After you'd vented, your ex with her heaps amount of money seemed to be the most obvious solution to your stalker problems.

She could surely find out who it is right?

Nayeon

Although she felt nothing but utter rage inside, strategic tears sprung up in her eyes as soon as the words ' I want to break up ' left your mouth.

She'd fall to her knees, pretending as if her heart was breaking so much it hurt to stand up. When she sobbed so loud it drowned out your voice, her hands desperately grabbed onto your own as she begged,

'' Please don't leave me. ''

'' What? '' was all you could say, staring at her in utter confusion.

'' What's wrong? Why are you acting like this? ''

Amidst her acting, Nayeon managed to scoff at your cute dumbness.

'' Because I can't live without you! ''

It felt as if her words echoed in the deadly silence that followed her heartbreaking words.

Your own heart that you thought had already been broken into nothingness, broke a little more as you felt the first hot tears drop down your face - it seemed that you still had a soft spot for your ex, so what if you stayed a little longer?

Jeongyeon

She had been strict, yes - but still fairly nice throughout your whole relationship. That's why she couldn't figure out why you'd want to leave her?

Was there someone else you liked? Was it one of those friends Jeongyeon was paranoid about and deleted their texts from your phone?

Whatever it was, she'd make you regret it. That nice, sweet girlfriend that you were used to seeing would be completely gone; replaced with a psycho ex-girlfriend that would do anything to get you back.

Now, she longer cared if you were terrified of her. Since she knew your passcode, she'd sneak it late at night, tie you up and take pictures of you.

Then she'd wake you up, mocking you for how easy it was to ' catch you ', and claim that she's the only one who could protect you from this world.

'' If I could do that so easily, who knows what other things fucked up people might do to you if I'm not around to protect you. ''

You shook your head.

'' You're fucking crazy. ''

Jeongyeon smiled, a smile only a very twisted person would pull so easily.

'' Yes, I am. ''

Momo

You were her pretty doll and she was the scriptwriter of the play that was your relationship.

Since everything was pretty much fake, and you two were actors; this would enrage Momo. Any time you went off-script or wasn't in your character, acting the way she wanted you to, you'd get punished.

At the same time she felt a bit sad, like you had ripped her heart out and stomped on it. You weren't happy? Why? Did she not take care of you every day? Bathe you, feed you, dress you, pay for you and love you?

Why was that enough, what more could she possibly give you?

'' No. ''

'' Momo, I'm not acting now. '' you tried reaching for her hands but she snatched it away, a frown forming on her face.

'' No. '' she repeated.

'' I'm sick of this. At times you don't even make me feel like a person, it's- '' you waved your arms around trying to come up with the right words, that you were sure still wouldn't get into her head.

'' Humiliating! '' you finished.

Something seemed to flash behind her eyes. Before you knew it, she was right in front of you, menacingly staring you down with that look you knew all too well, '' Go to the bedroom. I will lock you in. ''

Sana

She's extremely delusional and very much the definition of crazy in love. There's no way she'd accept what you were saying, in fact, she'd probably think you were joking until you were screaming with tears of frustration.

Only then would reality kick in and she would start crying and freaking out.

Similarly to Nayeon, she'd beg you to stay and say that she couldn't live without you - which for Sana was absolutely true.

She would threaten to hurt herself, while saying things that she knew would get to you; because it would probably successfully guilt-trip anyone that heard it.

'' Sana please, I'm sorry. ''

Your hands were shaking, just like the uneven breaths you took while you held your ex-girlfriend. The two of you were crying enough to fill an ocean.

'' I really can't live without you. '' she whispered, gazing straight at you through bleary eyes.

'' I know. '' you guiltily say.

'' So how could you do that to me? ''

Mina

She was usually cold, barely showing what she was feeling through her face.

So it wasn't a big surprise that she'd just stare at you with a blank expression, not saying a word. Even as you packed your things and left, she just looked at you leaving.

In reality, she was processing things while also trying to come up with a plan.

She'd get you back, but definitely in a very different way - revenge.

Using her natural charm, Mina would text your friends and try every trick in the book to seduce them. Then, cunningly she'd get proof of your friends expressing their attraction to her and interest in hooking up.

Send them to your phone and ask to meet up, all she had to do was wait after that.

Soon enough your crying self would show up at the same apartment you had left a couple of days ago. She would gladly let you in, feigning a sympathetic look.

'' I knew they were fake, all along. ''

You didn't answer, only sniffling as you buried your face into Mina's shoulder.

'' I'm the only one in your life that's good for you...You will realise that soon enough. ''

Dahyun

She's one of the worst types of yanderes; paranoid and jealous to an extreme.

This lead to you being tied up in her basement most of the time. Seeing the sunshine was almost as rare as you being saved like the locked away princess you sometimes imagined yourself as.

The idea of you even attempting to break up with her when you'd be stuck right after, with no power of your own to walk out of her house - was a death sentence.

Even thinking of her reaction made you shudder in fear.

But one day after you'd been fighting with her all day, her coming down in intervals to scream her lungs out about new revelations she'd come up with while being upstairs alone, and you fighting back just as fiercely.

The words slipped off your tongue in the heat of the moment. You were tired and just wanted to hurt her.

'' Let's break up then! ''

You regretted it straight away, sensing that you had fucked up by the way she stopped mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing as her lips curled up in disbelief.

'' What the fuck did you just say? ''

Chaeyoung

She would panic as soon as the door slammed in her face. Sure she was crazy but she didn't hurt you that much...did she? No matter how many times she raked her brain, Chaeyoung fell short of answers.

It felt unfair, like you were doing it on purpose to break her heart because she'd done some small thing to upset you - the small thing in question was her looking through your phone when she thought you weren't looking, causing you to completely mistrust her and break up on the spot.

Hours passed where she just stared at the wall, feeling empty. She always felt empty when you weren't around, like she wasn't her own person, she wasn't whole without you.

That's why Chaeyoung eventually left to follow you.

It wasn't hard to recognise the bubble-pink car that seemed to conveniently be in every place you visited. Whenever you went to your car it was always there, like a painful reminder that you could never escape her.

After it showed up even as you went to your mom's house, you'd had enough. You angrily delivered a few rapid knocks to the window.

'' What, honey? ''

Her nonchalant tone made you bite your lips in anger.

'' What are you doing here? ''

The door opened, forcing you to back away. Chaeyoung stepped out of the vehicle and almost immediately grabbed your wrist hard enough to leave a mark.

'' You didn't think I was gonna leave without you, did you? ''

Tzuyu

She didn't want to show that she was hurt by your words. She simply let you walk out, despite her tears being ready to fall the second you'd be out of sight.

The next couple of weeks or months, she'd keep an eye on you while she also tried catching it.

Posting all over social media anytime she went to a party, posing with pretty people and hooking up with many more. It didn't fulfill her much since she only did it to get your attention.

But eventually, her efforts didn't go to waste as you started to get jealous.

She was popular, rich, beautiful and wanted by pretty much everyone. Your friends started to tell you that you had messed up, made a mistake and that someone else was going to win her heart.

Thinking of that made you furious, erasing any ounce of logic you had left in you.

So in the end, she won very easily. You showed up outside her doorstep like a puppy and she welcomed you in, smiling behind your back when you hugged her.

'' I've missed you. '' you bashfully admit.

'' I know. '' she says, trying to play it cool while her heart was beating out her chest.

[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 [+18] 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: @thus-spoke-lo: Hi sashi! Congrats on 5.5k, that’s amazing! For your event, I was hoping to request Chocolate, cherries, and whipped cream w/ Sanji for f!reader? ➜ hi love!! thank you so much! And of course! I hope you enjoy 💖 ✦ tw: NSFT. food play. masturbation. sexualizing the cook as he beats the cream :P ✦ masterlist

There is an unbreakable rule in Sanji’s kitchen: do not waste food. And it’s that important that not even a woman could get forgiven by him if she did. No matter what you do, any plate should be finished and appreciated. (Not that it was hard to do so).

Yet, perhaps, there is always an exception to the rule? Right?

His delicate hands, only used for cooking, whip the cream on that clear bowl. The heavy milky liquid splashes to the side of that recipient, your eyes follow every white drop.

Seeing Sanji from behind, as he whisks the cream, made you giggle… “I wonder if that’s the way he looks when he jerks off” you think, taking your hands to your cheeks and feeling them as hot as the oven Sanji has turned on some minutes ago.

He started slowly. And now he goes fast, faster; forming peeks of white fluffy preparation. You bite your lower lip and bet his seed tastes as sweet as that Chantilly.

Sanji hasn’t noticed your presence yet. His earphones blast “La Vie en Rose” as he completely unaware enjoys with passion his cooking process. While you get to be a spy of such moment with your elbows on the breakfast bar and your chin resting on your hands.

Sunset comes through the porthole of the kitchen, kissing his golden locks with an orangey light; he hums to the French verses on his earphones as the cream is exactly at its perfect point.

The prince lifts the balloon whisk up to go over his mouth height and sticks his tongue out. The perfect peeks formed of his pristine sweet delight reach his taste buds making him moan so pleased.

Your lips separate. His refined profile, his straight nose, his slightly wavy hair… imagery as delicious as his foods.

You decide to stay quiet; you are sure he isn’t gonna take much to feel your presence; Sanji has an amazing observation haki…

But the blonde still doesn’t sense you and turns around in search for, what his grunts let you know, “the chocolate”.

You smirk, that’s gonna be a hell of a search… because you have the bars right in your hand.

“where the fuck… don’t tell me it was that damn marimo!... wait no, he doesn’t like chocolate… LUFFY!!” he screams, turning around so violently and yet so classy.

But instead of a gum gum boy with chocolate stains on his lips he finds you.

“(N-Name)-chan!” he squeaks, scandalized and surely ashamed for the improper language used. “I didn’t see you, were you talking to me? I’m really sorry I was listeni-“ he stops.

You lift your hand showing him the bars of chocolate; “are you looking for this, Sanji-kun?” you ask, smiling and looking at him with an intense gaze that turns his legs weak.

He blinks repeatedly. His cheeks become red like cherries. His visible blue eye widens. Sanji sniffles; you know what’s about to happen…

“I- I yes. Bu- but if you wish to eat them raw I can find n- new ones” he murmurs, standing frozen with still the utensil covered in whipped cream on his right hand.

“Oh no… and lose the opportunity to eat you?... I mean, your creation? I can wait!... oh, by the way, can I try?” you ask, smiling oh so innocently and pointing at the tip of the whisk.

The cook looks at his hand and swallows. He couldn’t say no. If you are asking for it, then you will have it. He nods and is about to take a spoon to scoop some fresh cream out of the bowl, but you walk and stop him.

Rounding his wrist you take the whisk to your mouth, and so deadly sexy you lick the rests of snowy sugary preparation while never taking your eyes from his.

“Mmmhhh… Sanji-kun!! Mhh! Your cream is always so delicious!” you moan, putting special emphasis on the “your cream” part while giving little jumps in place to make your boobs bounce.

“You- you like it…” Sanji murmurs, almost with no voice and trying so hard not to lose all his bloodstream through his nose.

You let go of his hand, reaching for his headphones and taking them away. As you do, you come so close to his face as you could possibly be.

Sanji is a true gentleman, he might tell women a lot of sweet compliments, but he would never touch one without her consent… and specially, if one of them really approaches him, he loses absolutely any will. Sanji becomes a prisoner of your eyes, he forgets to breathe, to even think.

“I like it, yes. However, and believe I know you are the expert here, I’ve read that sometimes Chantilly tastes better when it gets combined with the taste of a man’s skin” you whisper, reaching the bowl from over the counter and dipping your finger in it. “Would you let me try?”

You delicately smear the creamy contents of your fingertip onto his cupids bow. Sanji’s lips barely separate, his heart pumps as hard as ever and you can even feel the sound of every beat.

Slowly, but surely, you reach for his upper lip and with the tip of your tongue you lick clean the cream on top of it. You can feel Sanji’s legs trembling, those that are so strong and hot. His veiny soft and pale hands quiver too. He wants, he desires to touch your waist.

“I wasn’t wrong, Sanji-kun… wanna try too?” you invite him, smirking and smearing now a lot more cream on your lips, taking it down trough the commissure of your lip and into your neck.

And how much can a man resist such temptation?

Sanji changes for brief seconds; you can see it in his eyes. A darkness aura that bathes his eyes, the presence of his whole being that you know it’s nothing but haki… his hands suddenly grabbing you by your waist, lifting you up and sitting you right in the counter he was cooking in.

His lips attack yours, kissing you so desperately, as if he wasn’t able to contain himself anymore. His tongue in and outside your lips, going down, cleaning the cream off your skin with subtle grunts worthy of the Pirate King’s right wing.

Sanji rips your white blouse mercilessly, exposing your breasts. Your chest is like Heaven to him; it’s simply like walking through the sky.

“You got the cream, I got the chocolate…” you whisper. “And you got also the cherries, my goddess” he moans before attacking your nipples with his teeth. Pulling from them, making you whine in total ecstasy.

You reach for his pants, you have no idea how, but you are able to unbuckle his belt expertly. They fall into the ground, exposing his boxers as wet as your sex and as hard as he can be.

While he keeps devouring your skin, indulging in the taste of your flesh that becomes sticky as the rests of cream melt because of your heat, you reach for his sex.

Pumping hard, as you imagine he was doing while beating the cream, you give your favourite blonde so much pleasure.

He retorts, but you don’t stop. You keep going, making him look up at you with your free hand under his chin. “Come for me, come on”.

Sanji’s eyebrows join in the middle of his forehead, his all blue eyes closed, his lips separated… climaxing so beautifully right into your hand and reaching your belly.

“Such a good boy, you indeed had the cream…” you murmur, taking a little of his sweet release pooling on your belly button with your finger to your lips.

You taste it, and yes, it is indeed as sweet as Chantilly… “Delicious, Mr. Prince ~” you purr, as he attacks you and undresses you completely to fuck you mercilessly on top of his ingredients…

There was an exception to the rule, after all… and it was you.

[pwnyta]

HUH

So no one was gonna tell me about The Old Guard?

I was supposed to just find it on a random ass Halloween 4 years after it aired... aight.

I mean I thought we were cool but I see how it is.

Anyways I watched it and I loved it IF YOU EVEN CARE.

Opinions-

Andy- Phenomenal. Never seen Charlize Theron look so damn hot. Even with her spooky eyes. Crazy butch bisexual(?) wielding a labrys sometimes. Love. Her church fight was sick as hell... im in denial about the stab tho... you can pry her from my cold dead fingies Netflix.

Booker-Like... OK. Like I get he was sad but its so hard to feel bad for him sometimes and like.. I dont hate him at all but just... I do wanna strangle him a little. JUST A LITTLE. I dont want him to be gone and never see Andy again... I hate that. I hate this movie.

Nicky- Great side profile, terrific nose... what in the Ben Linus is going on with the eyes tho? Those pale buggy eyes... This is your man, Joe? This Italian priest Templar knight with ghost eyes? Aight. Ribbing aside... I love him. Even if hes got spooky eyes.

Joe- Mortal enemies to immortal lovers is diabolical work. If you give me friends to lovers... it better be Crusade era enemies to begrudging companions to understanding friends to soul mates or fucking dont talk to me about it. NGL Joes kinda my favorite. Hes a silly little guy. Maybe my love for Sayid has made me soft for hyper-competent, deadly, romantic, shiny eyed Muslim men IDK.

Nile- LOVE. ..Ya know when Andy was like 'shes just a baby' I was like I sure hope this movie dont make me ship them cuz the fandom is probably gonna be annoying about that line but their plane fight was so hot... SUE ME. ANYWAYS... I love her. Apparently theres a second movie coming out & I cant wait to see her get to be a silly lil guy with the fam cuz she is silly lil guy. I love her relationship with Andy & I hope Andy gets better so they can be together forever & there can be some messy lesbian love triangle nonsense when Quynh.

Quynh- Dont got like... the deepest opinion of her just yet but her and Andy were like the Sapphic Nicky & Joe but in reverse.. like Nicky & Joe killed attacked each other then became lovers and it seems like Andy & Quynh were close and might become enemies? Of course IM GONNA IGNORE THE BAD STUFF AND PRETEND THEY JUST FIND EACH OTHER & ARE IN LOVE FOREVER. So...

Copley- Similar to Book I get his mindset but also I wanna strangle him a little. He is beautiful tho... so... Im interested in how hes gonna fit in with the gang... Im hoping for some drama at the start maybe them being like '...ya but hes not Booker...' and then Copley like... having some big hero moment saving the team or at least one of them and they get real close and then more drama because their new family is also just a normal guy & theyre gonna hurt to lose him some day. ANYWAYS.

MISC stuff I like-

The difference in how Nicky and Joe hug Andy.

Everything about this scene tbh. I just wanna see these types of scenes from now on. Silly lil guy moments.

Also Andys baklava addiction. Baklava is one of those things Ive always wanted to try... like boba and churros... ONE OF THESE DAYS.

This sick ass take down. Actually all the fight scenes were pretty sick. I like seeing them fight baddies all together... ODA TAKES NOTES. Also... full offense to guns but seeing Andy Nicky and Joe wield their old-school weapons is so much cooler... who brings a knife (labrys, long sword, scimitar) to a gun fight? THE COOLEST PEOPLE. THATS WHO.

Joe spitting out a bullet that he got shot in the face with.

'Shes just a baby!' (me with the whole team) Also TBF to Andy... Nile has such a cute baby face.

The development of Andy and Niles relationship. THO TBH I was bothered about Nile getting shot in the head because the exit wound woulda fucked her braids up.... I had a hard time focusing cuz I couldnt let that fact go lmao... It was driving me nuts...

The girls are fighting! (gone sexy)

Eepy not-boyfriends

Ancient head bonks of desperate affection. I hope all three of them head bonk Nile in the next movie. If this doesnt happen... im killing everyone in this room (its just me) and them myself.

This silly bitch in this moment.

Joes 'Hes not my boyfriend' speech. Incurable romantic indeed.

Honestly the soldiers tryin to insult Joe by mockingly asking if Nicky was his boyfriend and getting way more than they bargained for was fucking funny.

I just wish we coulda seen the faces of the guy driving the van as he heard the massacre in the back LMAO. Just keep drivin bud... aint nothin you can do about your boys in the back.

Immortal not-boyfriends gettin silly!

This is a nice plane! Theres a TV Joe!

lmao. The sillies.

Andy and Nile continuing to make me ship them.

Reunited and it feels so.... something but they were fighting together and it was real cool.

THEMB.

'You shot Nicky... you shouldnt have done that....'

Joe- Im a silly lil guy but (suplexes a man and breaks his neck)

Whyd he look so devastated after?

She wont jump out of a plane... but....

You betray Miette? You betray her like the bastard? Oh! OH! BANISHMENT FOR 100 YEARS!

Joe lookin at Booker the whole time... :c

[slashthrashandcrash]

question! 🤓☝️ about danny and ramona!

let's say Ghostface never got taken by the fog...what would happen between him and ramona? would she ever find out his secret, maybe by accident? would he be around to watch her grow up?

Hmmmmmm...

Well first I think it depends on what happens to Danny in general. If he's caught one way or another, it kind of throws a wrench in the whole plan, because I don't see him going down without a fight. He will live and die in infamy before they can ever throw him in a cell and try to kill him on their terms.

My belief is that by the time he's in his 40s, roughly ten or so years later, is when he would fully retire Ghostface, provided he hasn't been caught at this point. Age is gonna start catching up with him physically and crime solving technologies are getting more and more advanced which creates a bigger risk, not to mention better surveillance and the rise of the internet. By this point, Ghostface would have been stalking the country for nearly two decades -- he's well cemented his place as a deadly legend and his fame will only grow the longer his crimes go unsolved a la Zodiac Killer and Mr. Cruel. Give it another couple years and there will be a massive resurgence in his popularity when true crime shows/podcast/documentaries/movie recreations become all the rage.

So when it comes to adding Ramona in the mix, his retirement would be right when she's about to head off to college, but I think he would become a more permanent part of her life sometime that she's in high school. The older she gets, the more she's going to understand and be upset by his absence and it's going to be harder for him to keep her 10000% fully on his side as daddy's little girl. He needs to show that he's finally willing to put his "job" aside to be there for her as an actual dad. And surprisingly he does, slowly winding down his Ghostface sprees so that he's home more frequently before they stop altogether.

But it's not being done out of the kindness of his heart, obviously. Like I said, age is creeping into his bones (more than usual lmao), trace DNA analysis is getting better, Ramona is at risk of pulling away from him (which links back to how much DNA profiling is improving given that she'd be a 50% match in a system). He's had a good run, he's willing to quit while he's still ahead...for the most part.

Which means it's time to start groveling and sweet talking his baby mama into proving he's a changed man. He's finally matured, he wants to be a provider for his baby girl while he has the chance, he knows he's been stupid but that's why he's just so grateful for his wonderful ex for all the hard work she's done. It takes a long, long time for her to stop telling Danny to fuck off with his bullshit but...eventually, he does wear her down with the point it only has to be a marriage of convenience on a piece of paper. It's not for him, it's for Ramona, and being a (mostly) single mother for like 14 years by now has to have taken its toll. She can't deny having dual incomes and another parent helping out full time wouldn't ease a lot of her burdens...

They're definitely not in love, it's more like a coparenting roommates situation, but it's good enough for them. They've always had a dysfunctional relationship anyways. So, Danny gets hitched, gets a regular 9-5 job working his way up the ranks of the investigative journalism, and watches his little girl finish out high school and go off to college. And maybe he casually thinks of ways his pseudo-wife could get into some kind of fatal accident. And maybe a few of his business trips were for pleasure rather than work. And maybe he still keeps his mementos and memorabilia stowed away to look upon fondly when the girls are away. Y'know, old habits die hard.

One thing that I think would be so funny however is that if Ramona went off to college in 2003, maybe out of state on a scholarship and Danny went with her to help her move into her new dorm/apartment, while he's scoping out the area he ends up running into some punk former druggie named Amanda...

[yoinkschief]

You have no idea how long this has needed to be done, he's been brewing in my head with no ability to do anything about it

Anyway time to explain some shit

The boy on the left is regular Tom and the one on the right is him halfway transformed Teefers too big for him mouth and I'm just now realizing I forgot to draw Tom's snake bites and other earrings fuck me oml Oh and he gets fuzzier cause in order to transform to and fro his demon form his body speeds up the growth process to help with the pain (something that developed, it was not instantaneously there and it's not perfect, the process is still INCREDIBLY painful he does not enjoy it)

Anyway, I wanted to say that usually a demon's horns (in my headcanon anyway) usually represent age, but there are certain sins that don't follow this rule such as Wrath and Lust, instead their horns represent power and status more than anything (the larger the horns, the more powerful you're considered and better treated you are in society) but even then not every demon will have horns, like Envy or Sloth

To explain my demon hierarchy and world building would take several posts and multiple AO3 books for everyone to properly understand it the way I see it but just know that there are 7 sins, the seven deadly sins, that each demon falls under (more or less, anyway), there are the original sins, the children they created asexually like starfish do and then their children mingling together and creating different races of demons and complex hybrids,,, pretty much every demon you see will be a mutt save for very high class demons (such as the OG sins and the demons that have the most "pure" blood of their predecessors)

Tom's demon, is really fucking weird in that regard because yes, his Demon is a full Rage Demon or in other words, a perfect demon of Wrath but it's like... Artificially made. And no one knows how

wink

But yeah it's super freaky and he's like one of the few things that could give demons themselves the sense of uncanny valley

Very hard to close mouth You know how snakes can open their jaws super wide to eat prey?... Yeah

Tom is based off of two things, besides demons n dragons ofc: Snakes and Spiders. I fucking hate spiders you have no idea how much looking this shit up sucked

Anyway his venom is stored in his teeth like how spiders are, but he's got a very snake-ish mouth. And can open his jaw super fucking wide like a snake or certain species of spiders can. To the best is a very simplified side profile example of that,,,, maybe I should make some body horror art of him with his fully extended jaw like some freak ass spider. That'd give me nightmares. Which I guess is the point.

I put too much time and effort into that mouth, please appreciate it

Also yeah closing his jaw is super hard cause of his lil snake-ish spider-ish teeth that protrude out of his mouth

Demons of Wrath tend to have bigger builds

BIG BOYYYY I LOVE HIM

This mother fucker is genuinely the reason it took me so long to create this damn sheet,, I could never figure how I wanted him to look, but in the end I stuck to something close to canon with my own stylized shit. Like his horns and jutting out teeth

Diving a bit deeper into my demon world building lore that's been brewing in my head for nearly a decade now (yikes that hurts to think about) demons have different builds, Pride and Lust tend to be very similar to society's standards of beauty (ever changing as humans adapt, so do demons... hmmm) versus Gluttony and Wrath tending to be more nightmarish and your run of the mil cryptid you'd see in the woods when you were fucking around where you shouldn't be

Symbol of Wrath

Every House or Sin has their own symbol, usually reserved for the original sins, but Tom is a special case because,,, reasons I'm not disclosing at the moment cause I think it's silly and shit or whatever I dunno I guess I'm embarrassed to explain it? For some reason? Anyway back to this

Nothing more to explain about it really, just that Tom has this marking on his monster form's chest and that's the black mark on the previous picture,,, except it's not actually fully black like that, it was just too tiny to get the details right so I decided to do the next best thing lol

It's a lion with horns that can be interpreted as Scorpion Tails, because the sin of Wrath is usually associated with Lions, Bears, Dragons and I think Scorpions fit, too, makes me think of the scorpion and the frog

Anyway that's my rant about headcanons I put too much thought, time and effort into that three people will read lol

[sweethoneyrose83]

"What happened to keeping a low profile!?" Velvet asked washing the blood out of her minty green hair. "Fuck, just needed a little pick-me-up, ya know? Thought a show would do the trick." William replied, exhaling smoke from his cigarette, his gray eyes half-lidded, uncaring. He flicked the butt into the alleyway gutter, where it joined the discarded remains of a shattered bottle of whiskey. Velvet groans reaching for the bottle of shampoo in the convenient store bag as she keeps washing her hair in the park bathroom sink. "Seriously, Velvet, you're wasting that good shampoo on your hair. What's the point of hiding behind that mask anyway?" William muttered, leaning against the bathroom counter, his black hoodie slouching around his lanky frame as he eyed her with detached curiosity. Velvet looked at herself in the mirror, he was right she looked like a drowned mouse ,a bloody drowned mouse. William's gaze lingers on Velvet's reflection, his piercing gray eyes flicking from her hair to her face, a faint sneer playing on his lips. "You look like a drowned rat, Velvet. A bloody, drowned rat. Not exactly intimidating." He spits on the floor, his words dripping with disdain. Velvet looks down the events of earlier tonight playing in her head, she had been by William's side for what felt like decades now but this all that...blood... William's gaze remains fixed on Velvet, his expression unreadable, as if he's trying to gauge her thoughts. He shifts his weight, his black-clad form seeming to absorb the dim light of the bathroom. "It's not like it's the first time we've been in a mess, Velvet. We've been in deeper shit than this before." His voice is flat, devoid of emotion. Velvet glances at her boyfriend, her deadly sin, her dead soulmate. He was right about that. William's eyes narrow, a flicker of something almost like concern crossing his pale face. "What are you thinking, Velvet? You're scaring me. You know I don't have feelings." He reaches out, his fingers brushing against her bloody, wet tangled hair, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. "I know babe...but you love me right?" William's hand hesitates, his eyes searching hers, the air thick with unspoken emotions. "I don't love Velvet. I don't do love. But I...care. In my own fucked-up way, I care." His voice is low, rough, the words barely audible. He pulls back, his expression shuttering once more. "Now, let's get cleaned up and get out of here before we attract any more attention." Velvet nods slowly. 

[shrimpella21]

IF DEADLY, WHY FRIEND SHAPED?

SHARDIK // WEREBEAR // wip

contains light mentions of gore and medication, and a whisper of self-harm. there's a bloody pic at the end so if you'd prefer not to see it, don't scroll all the way down! <3

-General Info -Likes -Dislikes -Weaknesses -Fighting Stats/Info -Tidbits -Toyhouse Profile

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General Info

Shardik has three forms - human, bear, and a slightly humanoid bear version. His bear form is undoubtedly his strongest form. The humanoid bear is rarely used unless he needs to reach or climb something that his normal bear form is unable to get to. His human form is relatively weak in comparison to the other two, even if it is more durable than the average joe.

Unlike some were-beast creatures, Shardik does NOT shift in accordance to the moon cycles. His transformations occur based on his mental and physical state, as well as his stress levels. If he's having a good day, he can choose if he'd like to shift. On a bad day, he has no choice in the matter.

He is horrible at regulating his emotions, and thus, his transformations can sometimes be unwanted. This is partly why he likes being on his own - there's no accidental exposure when he's all by himself.

The shifting process is the most painful thing he's experienced; it's essentially all of his bones breaking apart and reforming into a bear-shaped thing. Even when he's used to the pain, it sucks. Isn't that fun?

A shitty corporation did this to him in an attempt to weaponize animal shifters and create the perfect soldier. Clearly, it did not work. He turned on the lab and tore it apart.

Likes

Sweets

Honey

Wrestling

Scratches

Bone-gnawing

Dislikes

SPICEY

Loud/High-Pitched noises

Rickety platforms

Deep water

Dogs/Pack animals

Vending machines and refrigerators

Weaknesses

Spice

Bleeding Out

High Pitch Noises

Pain Medication

Hearing Loss (optional)

-If you run into Shardik and wish to live to tell the tale, your best option is to leave him be. There are very few handheld guns powerful enough to put him down with one shot, and most bullets do nothing but piss him off. Blame it on a thick skull. Shooting him means that you've put a target on your back, and he'll close the gap between him and you before you can hit a one-shot kill. If he's going down, he's determined to take the shooter down too.

-Shardik is extremely sensitive to capsaicin (pepper spice) in any form. The closest thing he'll get to spice is a bag of chili doritos - anything else will have him running towards the hills. His nose, like most grizzlies, is better than a bloodhound's. That means anything in spray, powder, or liquid form will fuck him up pretty bad. Spicy things make him cry and wheeze and he'll want to get away as quick as possible. The sensitivity carries through all of his forms.

-Though the aforementioned shooting might not kill him, bleeding him out WILL. His blood doesn't clot properly, so if too many wounds are open at the same time, he will bleed out fast.

-He is not a fan of loud and high pitched noises, as they drown out his second-most important hunting tool. His ears are sensitive and noises too loud will cause ear-ringing and/or permanent deafness.

-Depending on verse/situation, Shardik is occasionally missing an ear! This means his hearing is much worse in said verses because he's deaf on that side.

-One of Shardik's strengths (his weight) is also a point of weakness. He's unable to climb most trees higher than a few feet, and exploring run-down areas as a bear is a big nono since he's likely to fall through flooring.

-Due to the constant and consistent nature of his painful transformations, Shardik has been able to adjust to the pain over the years. It is and always will be the most painful thing he experiences. BUT. With time he's able to manage and self-regulate as his body adjusts. If he were to receive pain meds in an attempt to dull what he feels, it would be incredibly easy for him to fall into an addiction. On top of that it would cripple the tolerance to pain he's already built up and cause him to start from day one.

-Bears are OP. Sorry!

-Like most creatures he is also vulnerable to strangulation, drowning, and fire damage. He's actually pretty killable, just don't shoot him with a handgun.

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Fighting Stats/Info

Shardik's height is measured as 5'11 at the top of his hump. When standing, he's measured at almost 8'7. He is very big for a grizzly bear.

His weight depends on how much food he has available. The more food he has, the more weight he'll put on and store. Think of it like a bodybuilder bulking.

It comes as a surprise to most people, but Shardik can run 35 mph! He looks fat and slow but do not underestimate how quickly he can move, and how much stamina he's able to hold. Imagine a bear the size of a car running towards you faster than an olympic athlete. Ironically, he and a small car are pretty well-matched in a 1v1.

He's at his weakest in his human form, but honestly, that human form is built like a fucking tank.

When it comes to a fight, he's damn strong. His strategy consists of sophisticated moves such as: Smash. Bite. Shake. Crush. And uh.......Yeah, that's about it. But it usually works!

Tidbits

He's a drooler. Sorry neat-freaks.

He enjoys gnawing on bones in both human and bear form.

His weight means it's easy for him to crush things with his paws. Including people.

He's actually a silly little sweetheart who just needs to learn to trust people.

Eating rot and garbage will not make him sick. He's not as fond of the taste of trash as a human, but bear!shardik doesn't give a fuck.

Generally, unless he's just received a bath, he smells like a dog.

He loses teeth sometimes, which grow back after time even if they're adult teeth. This applies to all three forms.

Spring and summer are the shedding seasons, babyyy. RIP to the furniture.

He's the perfect shape to be a snuggle buddy???? Beanbag boy.

He usually gains a significant amount of weight during the winter if he lives in a cold place. He also sleeps excessively during the colder seasons, depending on where he lives.

Since I know the general crowd that Shardik attracts (yes you, monsterfuckers, I'm looking at you), he is fully capable of passing the harkness test in every form.

The brand on his chest changes lore depending on what verse he's in - it ranges from self-harm to a cruel act by the experimenters.

Dogs have nothing on Shardik when it comes to food aggression. You have to be extremely close to him if you want him to share food. This is from a mixture of bear instinct and food scarcity when he was held in a lab.

He's got a slight limp in one leg from his body healing before he could set the broken limb properly.

Shardik is commonly missing his right ear. It fluctuates depending on the AU/Verse, but it's usually missing.

Dogs were used to hunt and contain him whenever he left or escaped the lab, and thus, he is now terrified of them. He will not go out of his way to attack them but he actively avoids having any near him. He will choose to fight most creatures. When faced with dogs, he runs. (If your muse has a dog, that's okay! He can learn to love them again, it'll just take some exposure).

Night terrors plague him if he's not given a proper support system. The lonelier he is, the worse things get. He's been known to panic in his sleep and wake up in bed mid-shift.

Once a month Shardik takes heartworm + flea and tick medicine. He learned that the hard way. (He got fleas. Like a loser). It tastes like shit though so he has to eat it with peanut butter and applesauce (he learned that the hard way too). He's also updated on his rabies shots!

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The Audition

Twice Dahyun x Male Reader

length: 4040 words

categories: smut, oral, rough sex, anal, sex on camera, THE casting couch

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Kim Dahyun was not nervous.

She felt at ease as she took a seat on the black leather couch and looked around the spacious room. Bright lights surrounded her, as did several cameras, including one mounted directly in front on a large wooden table which she smiled into, despite it not being turned on. Dahyun was no stranger to being in front of a lens.

When you opened the door, it caught you by surprise by just how cute the woman sitting on the couch was, patiently waiting. She dressed casually, in an off-shoulder gray sweatshirt, short jean shorts, and thigh-high boots. Not to mention the brightest smile when you entered the room, as she stood up and bowed politely.

“Hello Miss—”

“Dahyun. Kim Dahyun. Happy to be here!”

“Nice to meet you, Dahyun. Please sit and make yourself comfortable.”

Dahyun sat back down on the couch, crossed her legs, and folded her hands in her lap. You couldn’t ignore how nice her body looked. Even in casual clothes, you could tell how amazing her shapely hips and waist were.

“What brings a cute girl like you down here to this studio?” you asked. Dahyun never stopped smiling.

“Ah, well—I’m only in LA for a few days, and some friends of mine saw your ad and suggested I have a little fun before we head back home. ”

“Sounds like your friends had a great idea. Are you from out of town?”

“You could say that,” she giggled. “It’s so freeing here, I can do anything I want with nobody giving a shit. Like being here.”

“And what are you here for?”

“I’m here to have some fun. If there’s a camera watching, that just makes it better, ” Dahyun said as she licked her lips and formed a sly smirk. She knew exactly what she signed up for.

“This is just an audition, but if we like what we see we’ll invite you back. And I’m loving what I’m seeing already, Dahyun.”

“Thank you. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do.”

“Are you up for anything?”

“Of course. Anything.”

You loved hearing that.

“What are your turn-ons?”

“When it’s so rough, it makes me sore in the morning. Swallowing, having my ass spanked. I love the feeling of a nice thick, creampie. More than anything, I love getting a facial, especially if it’s more than one guy finishing on my face.”

The lewdness out of Dahyun was unexpected. She certainly didn’t hold back. The audience watching would love her already.

“Any major turn-offs?“

“Hmmm,” she paused. “When I can still walk after sex, or when a cock can’t fill my throat. Not being used as a fucktoy.”

“Perfect,” you said, and turned on the mounted camera on the table directly in front of her. Dahyun had curves hidden behind those casual clothes, and you wanted to unveil every last one of them.

“Let’s get started. How about you get naked for me?”

“It would be my pleasure.” Without delay, Dahyun unlaced her boots, set them to the side, and stood proudly with hands on her wide hips. Not much was known about Dahyun other than profile measurements, and her insane hip to waist ratio—getting to know more about her body was your priority.

Dahyun made eye contact with the camera, grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt, and lifted it over her head. Wearing a black lace bra underneath, her breasts were larger than expected, pushed up nicely. Her beautiful exposed skin was whiter than snow, deadly curves everywhere. Her body was already living up to expectations.

“Bend over for the camera when you take those shorts off. Nice and slow.”

Dahyun nodded, as she unbuttoned her shorts, turned away, and bent over deeply. She took her time when she peeled her tight shorts off her body, and the ass covered up by matching black panties widened your eyes. Flimsy fabric barely hid Dahyun’s plump pale cheeks, her huge ass practically swallowing up her underwear.

Patience was not your friend here. Creamy thighs made you hungry, and Dahyun’s delicious backside was the most spankable butt you’d ever seen.

“Fuck, Dahyun. Your body is incredible.”

“Just wait until you see the rest of it.” Dahyun shook her ass for the camera, and you desperately wanted to grab her heavenly wide hips, and felt your pants tightening.

“How about you lay down on the couch for this?” you asked, grabbing the camera off the tripod to get a better view. Dahyun instantly complied, and made herself horizontal, while you climbed on top and scanned her delicious pale body up and down.

“What would you like to see first?” Dahyun asked. A tough choice, for sure, but you couldn’t take your eyes off her chest.

“Let’s see those tits.”

Dahyun never took her eyes off the camera as she unclipped her bra and freed her flawless breasts. Your breath stalled at the view of her perfectly round mounds, pale, with rosy pink nipples stiffened with arousal.

Thankfully, the camera self-stabilized—the sight of Dahyun’s naked breasts made your hands tremble, but you distracted yourself and zoomed in on them, framing them as best as you could while trying to keep your composure.

“May I?” you asked, keeping her bare chest in view, her full breasts looking so goddamn delicious.

“Of course. Touch me as much as you want.” An offer like that wouldn’t go ignored, as you roughly squeezed one of her pale breasts, pressing fingertips into the milky flesh and kneaded it. It was a shame you could only play with one of her breasts at a time, but you did what you could and alternated grabbing them, using a thumb to tease her hard pink nipples.

“Like them?” Dahyun asked.

“They feel so good. I love them.” While you could spend forever fondling her tits, you needed to see more. So you trailed a hand down her tight stomach, felt the warmth of her skin, and slipped a hand between her thighs, then pressed two fingers into the now wet fabric.

“Take these off, please.”

Dahyun beamed at that command, and she didn’t waste any time. She lifted her hips up enough to slip fingers into the waistband of her panties and dragged them off her body. Immediately, she spread her legs to show the camera what she was blessed with, and revealed the prettiest pink pussy you had ever seen, with two fingers opening her wet lower lips.

You hit the jackpot with Dahyun. She knew exactly what to do, teasing herself between her thighs, and moaned softly while she kept eye contact on the camera. Dahyun bit down on her lower lip when a finger slipped inside her wet pussy, rocking back and forth one knuckle deep. The wet squelch was loud enough for the camera to pick up, as Dahyun toyed with her cunt, entering one more finger as she masturbated for the camera. She had never felt so comfortable.

“Mmm, fuck—I’m so wet…so fucking wet,” Dahyun moaned as she continued, slender fingers fucking into her slippery hole while she groped one of her breasts, and tugged on the sensitive buds. You kept the camera lined up with her inviting entrance, capturing every inch of bare skin, and made whoever was watching jealous of how dripping with slick juices Dahyun was.

“Just like that, Dahyun, keep touching yourself for me. That pussy looks so good.”

This went on for a while longer, causing you to sport an even bigger tent in your pants that Dahyun couldn’t ignore.

“It feels even better,” she said, her voice raised higher with two fingers buried in her drenched cunt, slick dripping down her thighs.

“Is that so? Let’s find out then. Come up here,” you asked, and got off the couch, never letting Dahyun leave the frame.

At this point, your bulge was painful and throbbing for relief as you slapped the surface of the wooden table. After Dahyun moved from the couch and hopped on the table, she laid flat on her back and spread her legs wide, enticing the camera with her appetizing cunt. Meanwhile, you set the camera to the side for just a moment, removed your clothes, and gave your cock a few strokes to relieve some tension.

Before you grabbed the camera back, you caressed Dahyun’s creamy thighs, utterly in awe with how soft they felt. “God, I really can’t wait to fuck you, Kim Dahyun.”

“That makes two of us.” Every word Dahyun uttered was dripping to the brim with confidence. She was a complete stranger to you, yet the way she acted around you was like you had known each other for years with how comfortable she was. She was a natural at being in front of the camera.

"Shove that big cock inside me," Dahyun pleaded as she rubbed her clit in lazy circles. Gasps left her lips, when the swollen tip of your cock pressed up against her dripping pink slit. The camera perfectly captured the lust in her beautiful eyes, the same set that widened when she saw your size for the first time. The audience or Dahyun wouldn’t be kept waiting—aiming the camera down you parted her slick pussy lips and entered her warmth with one fluid stroke to the hilt.

Nothing could prepare you for the tightness that clenched around your cock when you filled Dahyun. It was effortless to fuck her thanks to slick juices that lubricated your thrusts, and moments after you were balls deep inside Dahyun, stretching out her warm hole.

"Oh f-fuck, fuck!" Dahyun said, with a series of moans that were a little exaggerated, giving love to the camera to make her sounds of satisfaction easier to hear. "Shit, you're so big! Don't go easy, I can take it all!"

You’d make sure Dahyun wouldn’t go back on those words, and immediately went rougher, pounding into her slick warmth without concern for anything but giving a show to the camera. Soon, that show was nothing but breathless moans and loud gasps as you fucked Dahyun almost as hard as you wanted, holding back just a little bit to make sure the show didn’t end prematurely.

“You weren’t kidding. Your pussy feels amazing.”

“So does that thick cock. I’ve never been stretched like this. My tight little hole loves your cock.”

Dahyun loved more than just that—she loved being fucked on camera, by someone she didn’t even know the name of. She also loved staring up at the camera while you pounded her.

It was like she was a veteran at being fucked on camera and knew all how to make the performance better. She lifted her arms up over her head to let her breasts bounce wildly on display for the camera, and you zoomed in on her jiggling chest.

It was regrettable that the camera couldn't capture everything—only the sounds of deep bliss, along with the delicious naked body of Dahyun. It would be up to the thousands of people watching to imagine just how good it felt to slam your cock inside of Kim Dahyun, and how good it felt to have your cock squeezed by those tight gripping pussy lips.

But you needed to switch it up. Both for your own sake and the camera. If it were up to you, you’d just fuck Dahyun until you exploded inside her, but there was much more you wanted to do with her.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?” you asked, while you savored every thrust inside her slippery warmth. Dahyun shook her head. Regretfully, you slipped outside of her, and she eagerly dropped to her knees, caressing your thighs and looked up at your cock with widened bright eyes.

“Let’s see how good I taste.”

Dahyun didn’t waste time getting to work and wrapped her lips around your cock, sucking forcefully enough to hollow her cheeks. Silky soft lips made you groan, even just a few inches swallowed up by Dahyun’s gorgeous mouth.

“How do you taste?” you asked. Dahyun took a moment and savored the hard, throbbing cock in her mouth.

“I never knew I was this delicious,“ Dahyun said. She couldn’t keep her mouth empty for long, and returned your cock to the warmth of her mouth while she bobbed her head frantically. The camera kept attention on Dahyun’s cock-filled lips, while you took your free hand, grabbed the back of her head, and guided her deeper, testing her gag reflex.

Luckily, there wasn’t one. It was no struggle for Dahyun to deepthroat your shaft. She made it look easy for the camera with her confident gaze, and took you into the back of her throat with every stroke, until her wet lips rested against your base. Those smooth, pillowy lips slid back up, and restarted the endless loop of pleasure, like she was showing off what an expert at giving blowjobs she was.

Dahyun’s eye contact was unmatched, looking up with the prettiest eyes as she sucked you off. She wasn’t just pleasuring you to keep the taste of herself lingering—Dahyun was putting on a goddamn performance of a lifetime. Sensually and slow at first, but progressively made sloppier movements, until drool spilled out of her lips, hungry for more cock to fill her palette.

“Enjoying that cock?” you asked. Dahyun hummed around your shaft in response, and flicked her tongue out, before she opened her mouth, and gave you access to her pink tongue to smack your cock against several times.

“I’ve never had a cock that tasted so good. I love how it feels down my throat!” Dahyun said, slurping on your length in response, and she let the camera see how starved for cock she was.

You hadn’t gotten a blowjob like this in months. Most of the girls you filmed had too much desperation in them, and very few knew how to give amazing head like Dahyun. Often they were afraid to show their wild side to the camera, afraid to get messy, and less than a handful of girls were ever called back. Dahyun was a keeper for sure.

Dahyun was insatiable. Not just for the spotlight—not just for your cock. She had the IT factor most girls didn’t. It helped that she looked so gorgeous on her knees, slobbering on your shaft with an appetite that couldn’t be controlled. Dahyun knew what she was doing, and her pace never faltered. She bobbed her head furiously, massaged each of your thighs, and dug her fingernails in just enough to add stimulation that drove you crazy. Maybe a little too crazy. You couldn’t finish, not yet—you had one last thing planned.

“Dahyun—” Suddenly, you stopped Dahyun’s bobbing head, and she let your cock slip out with the sexiest pop you’d ever heard. Messy saliva dripped out, the corners of her pretty mouth.

“Have you ever tried anal?” you asked. A rather abrupt question, but given the surroundings, it was as casual as asking what the time was. Dahyun’s eyes lit up.

“Of course. Many, many times. It’s one of my favorite things!” Dahyun said with much extra enthusiasm. The perfect response from a perfect performer.

“Then if you don’t mind, come over here and bend that ass over for me.”

Dahyun was happy to do anything. Meanwhile, you positioned a second camera on the table, one that focused on Dahyun’s adorable face. Every reaction would be captured—every moan, groan, and gasp, and all the ways it would show how her pretty face contorted in pleasure

to each lucky viewer.

When you finished setting up, Dahyun had bent over the table fully, with her breasts mashed into the table. Her wonderful pale cheeks were on display for the world to see, and it was an unforgettable sight, one that you wanted a mental picture of forever.

“Spread your ass for me, baby.”

Now that Dahyun looked into the front-facing camera, the lustful look in her eyes never left while she grabbed her soft pale cheeks and spread them wide. You zoomed in on her pink pussy, and her enticing little asshole, letting the camera see as much of her plump ass as possible.

While it wasn’t the easiest task to lube Dahyun up with one hand, you did it regardless. First, you poured generous amounts of lube on one cheek, and then dipped a finger into the slick liquid and pushed it into her asshole. Moments later, another lubed finger entered, and you pushed them in and out in tandem and tried to loosen up Dahyun for another pounding.

“Do you think my cock will fit inside here?” you asked, as you worked her tight puckered hole one knuckle deep, curious to how it would feel when your thick shaft replaced your digits. Dahyun just closed her eyes, rested her arms on the table, and gave off hums of satisfaction. Guess you would find out.

“I hope so! Let’s find out,” Dahyun eagerly said, loving your fingers pumping in her rear. .

“Just look into the camera, Dahyun. I’ll do the rest.”

Dahyun’s confidence made it seem like she had anal sex too many times to count, but you weren’t sure if she had ever done it on camera.

You could hear the deep breath Dahyun let out, and guided your cock into her willing little asshole. Some initial resistance at first, but she chased it away, and relaxed what little tension existed in her body, allowing your thick cock to slowly penetrate her snug back entrance.

“Ah shit, your cock feels even bigger!” Dahyun said, while you worked your shaft inside her perfect heart-shaped ass. Her warm little asshole was impossibly tight—it choked your shaft with a vice grip, yet invited more into her body.

“You’re doing great, Dahyun.”

The praise made her beam into the camera. This was the overwhelming tightness that made you delirious, and Dahyun was not a stranger to having a cock shoved up her beautiful ass. It felt so wonderful you felt like you might pass out, with every inch sliding inside with ease, and soon you began thrusting between her heavenly cheeks, every stroke filling her balls deep.

“Mmm, fuck, that feels good. Pound me!”

Your powerful hips gave Dahyun just what she wanted, and it didn’t take long until she relaxed every muscle in her body, until you could fuck her ass mercilessly as hard and fast as you pleased.

Dahyun’s rippling buttcheeks were captured perfectly on camera, and the tight rim of her backside devoured your cock. Her fit body was desperate for more, while a chorus of flesh slapped against flesh.

Using both cameras to your advantage, you could see every reaction on Dahyun’s pretty face, every angle of her lustful gaze visible. Every stroke went deep and impaled her little asshole relentlessly, and you pumped into her at a tempo that was borderline unsustainable, fueled by feral urges.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck my ass like that, don’t stop!”

With your cock nestled in her warm cheeks, it was a bouquet of heavenly sensations, a paradise you never wanted to leave. After squeezing Dahyun’s plump cheeks individually, repetitive hits spanked the supple flesh again and again, and left it bright red.

The harsh pace of your hips never stopped. The unrelenting nature of your thrusts never backed down, with your only goal in mind was to completely destroy Dahyun’s tight, needy little asshole. Loud, whimpering moans replaced the confidence in her words, that only grew the more you wrecked her body, and you went all in.

“Fuck, oh fuck—I love—I love your cock—I love your cock fucking my ass! It’s so deep, so deep inside me!”

Dahyun was In her own world of ecstasy, backing her ass back into your cock. She had just enough sense to gaze longingly into the camera and licked her lips in a way that had never looked so sexy. She took your cock well, endlessly moaning for the camera, while the repetitive smacks of sweaty flushed skin echoed, and harsh smacks of your bodies crashing became a symphony of pleasure.

You had a feeling this would be one of your most popular scenes, something that would be watched over and over. The primary camera was more of a burden—a barrier of bliss, and you set it down and no longer cared about angles, or proper camerawork.

Instead, you harshly gripped Dahyun’s hips with both hands and went wild, ramming her filled asshole full speed to encourage more cries of pleasure echoing around the room.

Nothing but thoughts of selfish pleasure raced through your mind as you drilled Dahyun’s pale ass with every bit of exertion and energy you had left, able to give her the proper fucking she deserved, and hitting all the right angles to set both of your nerves on fire,

The state of your consciousness could not be determined much longer, as you grew hypnotized by the rippling cheeks of Dahyun’s pale cheeks and returned them to a shade of red, spanking them mindlessly while you plunged as deep as possible into her asshole.

Every thrust came with a harsh squeeze from her tight heavenly hole, and you grew desperate for release, feeling the constant twitches of your aching cock and reaching your limits. Pleasure like this made your head spin.

Somehow, you took one last glance at Dahyun—her face a sweaty mess, yet still glowing. She never took her eyes off the one remaining camera, always giving a show. There was no holding back now, as you held Dahyun close, and used a grip so hard on her sweat-misted skin there would be no doubt you’d leave bruises on her creamy skin, giving it your all.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” you growled, only just able to form bitter syllables. Dahyun's eyes were the brightest you’d seen, and before she could mutter another word, you then buried yourself into the very depths of her asshole, slammed one more time and erupted. You almost passed out after the first spurt—what felt like the best orgasm of your life as several shots of creamy semen escaped your cock with violent throbs, emptying your balls into Dahyun, with each viscous spurt filling her up to the brim while you groaned in relief.

It was a nirvana you wanted to stay in forever. Dahyun’s slick asshole milked a huge load and demanded the last drop, while your aggressive thrusts faltered and lost strength.

“It feels so thick…I love the way it feels inside me,” Dahyun said breathlessly. She panted heavily, her eyelids too heavy to open fully while you struggled to maintain your own breathing.

Eventually, your hips stopped, your body completely spent, and just took in the view of Dahyun’s bent over body and bare back and the layer of perspiration over her milky skin. The viewers were about to see exactly what Dahyun was talking about, and with what energy leftover, you grabbed the fallen camera before pulling out to display the evidence of your load deposited inside Dahyun’s wrecked hole.

Shortly after, the marvelous view that you saw took what little breath you had left away—Dahyun spread her cheeks without hesitation, and showed off how much cum had been dumped into her tiny gaped asshole. Despite being completely drained, arousal still flooded your body when thick semen leaked out of Dahyun’s puckered hole, and dripped down on the floor below, clinging to her beautiful thighs.

Dahyun hadn’t been fucked like that in forever. Sweat glistened on her forehead, her chest still heaving as she turned around and stared blankly into the camera, blowing a kiss without a word.

Not bad for a first time audition.

“You did so well, Dahyun.” Satisfaction appeared on your face as you zoomed in on her blissed out face, and captured her naked body one last time, running a hand over all the soft flushed skin in reach.

“Over so soon?” Dahyun said. She pouted with disappointment.

“For now, but I’d love for you to come back. If you’re interested—you can make a lot of money doing this.”

Dahyun wouldn’t waste this opportunity. She loved sex, and with the chance to get paid for it? There was no time needed to think about it.

“When do I start?”

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Sick

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 1.5k

Drabble 18 - Jungkook pays someone a visit 

warnings: swearing, blood, violence

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The sound of Jungkook’s fist pounding on the door fills the otherwise silent hallway, he’s running on pure adrenaline and blind rage. When nobody answers the door he tries again, this time louder, banging harder to make sure his presence won’t go unnoticed. It’s no secret that he’s not thinking rationally right now, but he knows whatever mess he’s about to create Taehyung will easily clean up after him if it comes to that.

“One sec!” He hears from the other side of the wood, fuelling the fire even more so.

When Namjoon swings his front door open he’s greeted with the sight of Jungkook, chest heaving with unsteady breaths, his features blanketed with hatred and anger. Your ex-boyfriend is wearing casual clothes, Jungkook realises he’s luckily managed to catch him on a day off from the hospital.

“Oh hi Jungkook, what’s up?” He looks rightfully confused, he didn’t know your boyfriend even knew where he lives. Jungkook is balling his fists so tight that his knuckles are pure white, trying his best to calm down.

“Can I come in?” He manages to say between clenched teeth.

“Uh-, sure? Is Y/N okay?”

At this Jungkook scoffs, laughing humourlessly with no trace of a smile as he enters the doctor’s apartment. It’s small, somewhat cosy and clean. But he didn’t come here to pay attention to his living space, no, he came here to take matters into his own hands.

“No, she’s not.” He spits, standing still in the open kitchen dining area, staring at the man who’s caused you so much pain, “Turns out the video was leaked from her apartment, whoever did it used a spare key.” He plays dumb, pretending not to know the whole truth, “You wouldn’t happen know anything about that would you?”

Namjoon’s face drops as his entire body stiffens, he’s frozen, only confirming Jungkook’s suspicions. This asshole. A deadly cocktail of fury and sadness washes over your boyfriend, he can’t imagine how someone could do this to you – never mind somebody who claims to love you. He doesn’t fold, instead he stands and stares the other man down expectantly.

“I don’t have her key anymore…” Joon admits sheepishly, rubbing his face as a realisation seems to come down on him harder than a tonne of bricks, now he too knows who was responsible in destroying your life, “Her sister came by and asked for it a few months ago, I had no idea that she had the—”

“How did she know where you live if you just moved here?”

“Uh-, well she, she—”

The panicked word vomit only pisses Jungkook off more, “Don’t,” He warns him, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Don’t tell me you’re fucking her sister.”

“It’s none of your business either way, I don’t even know you.” Namjoon looks surprised, he’s frowning when he crosses his arms over his chest defensively.

“You made it my business the second you gave her the key to Y/N’s apartment.” Kook bites, a new found wrath coursing his veins, he’s even worse than he thought, “That video—”

“I swear I had no idea that she had it,” Your exes palms raise in front of his chest, silently pleading with the other man to calm down, “I wouldn’t have given her the key otherwise.”

“You shouldn’t have given it to her it regardless!” Jungkook loses his cool, “C’mon it’s no secret that they don’t get along, why the fuck would you do something so stupid?! What does she have over you that’s so bad that you’ll bend over for her when she asks?!”

Dr Kim ignores your boyfriend’s question completely, instead a wide shocked dimpled smile pierces his profile, “I’m stupid? Let’s not forget the only reason that video went viral is because you pressed record, you’re the reason Y/N was publicly exposed—”

He’s cut off by Jungkook’s balled fist punching him straight in the face, “Say that again I fucking dare you.” Your boyfriend spits, he isn’t usually one for violence, he barely loses his temper but in this moment he can’t bring himself to calm down.

Namjoon stumbles backwards, already dizzy and weak from the sheer amount of strength that hit him, but he doesn’t let up, instead he’s smirking while holding his cheek, “How does it feel knowing millions of guys have jerked off to that thing? That’s gotta sting.”

This is when Jungkook somehow unexpectedly, for a reason unbeknownst, manages to stop himself from beating the shit out of your ex-boyfriend. He’s laughing in his face, Namjoon’s taller than he is but he’s not intimated one bit, figuring if he was going to hit him back he would’ve done so already.

“It must’ve been rough,” He smirks, “Watching that video, seeing with your own eyes how much of a better man I am than you. I have her heart, she loves me. All you have is a crusty sock and Jennie, assuming she hasn’t left you for hooking up with Ruth yet. Tell me, did you go for Ruth because she resembles Y/N? Sad, isn’t it?”

“What happened between me and Jennie, or me and Ruth is none of your—”

“Mmm, I thought so.” Jungkook chuckles smugly, “Can’t have Y/N so you’ve gone for the closest thing you can get to her? You’re sick.”

“Watch your mouth Jungkook.” Namjoon squares up to him with a face contorted with equal parts rage and swelling from being punched, “Watch your fucking mouth.”

“Or what?” He challenges him with a scoff, “What are you going to do? Ruth will be in prison soon enough, me and my attorney will make sure of it. And you can’t have Y/N she doesn’t want you.” He’s smiling cockily, “She loves me.”

And that’s when a full fist fight breaks out between the two men, Jungkook has Namjoon pinned up against a wall, striking him once, twice, three times in the face until he’s almost certain his nose is broken. Namjoon fights back, sucker punching Kook in the stomach until he releases him from his grip, things are thrown, ornaments and mugs are smashed, insults are screamed and there’s no doubt they’ll both have bruises tomorrow. It’s not until Jungkook delivers one particularly brutal punch that sends the doctor flying backwards that he stops.

Namjoon’s lying on his back on the ground, his nose bloody and eyes puffy already on their way to being black. He’s groaning in pain, chest heaving up and down as he struggles to breathe. Jungkook’s knuckles are bloody and aching, much like his jaw and abdomen from being hit, but he laughs it off.

“If you ever mess with my girlfriend again,” He breathes, tone serious, “You won’t be this lucky.”

He grabs a nearby towel, using it to wipe away any evidence of injury on his hands and face before tossing it to Namjoon, who still remains breathless on the floor. No further words are exchanged, Jungkook sees himself out and closes the door behind him.

It’s when he gets downstairs he finds a security guard sitting at the front desk eyeing him in his dishevelled state curiously, cocking his head to one side. 

“Delete any footage you have of me, I was never here.”

“What’s in it for me?” The man asks with a quirked brow, eyes roaming to Kook’s expensive outfit and silver Rolex.

Jungkook pulls his chequebook from his back pocket and grabs a pen from the desk, quickly scribbling the number ten thousand before tearing the cheque from the book, slamming it down onto the surface. The security guard takes it, his eyes widening in shock upon seeing the five digit number.

“Done. You were never here.” He smiles, already beginning to edit the CCTV tape.

And just like that Jungkook is back in his Mercedes, speeding down the busy streets to his next destination. 

Your parents’ house.

x

[69misato69]

Control, I've Got No (Alhaitham x Kaveh) ✦ 3k, smut

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kaveh is having a tough time at work and he snaps at haytham when he gets home but worry not, they work it out

cw: slight overstim, unprotected consensual gay sex, anal sex, anal fingering, ejaculation

Top Alhaitham x Bottom Kaveh

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“Oh, the stray cat finally found his way back?” Alhaitham jested when he heard the keys turn from the kitchen. Kaveh stumbled from the doorway in exhaustion, rubbing his temples. “Not now, Haytham.” he sighed and left the keys on the counter. 

“I was beginning to think that you got run over.” Alhaitham kept teasing as he stuck his head out from the kitchen door. Kaveh shot him a deadly glare and gritted his teeth, “Shut up.” But the scribe was thoroughly enjoying the conversation so far. He lifted the pot off the fire with a damp cloth and set it on the table, “Do you want some food, fresh off the can?” he asked with a smirk. 

“I said. Not. NOW.” Kaveh yelled, fed-up and frustrated as he slammed his bedroom door, almost loud enough to wake up the entire city. Alhaitham froze, staring at the direction Kaveh disappeared into with a baffled look on his face. It was rare that his teasing made the blonde this angry, possibly he was already having a rough day. Head now filled with guesses, Alhaitham walked up to the door. “Come on, Kaveh. Open up.” he said with a softer tone.

“Go away, I don’t wanna see you.”

“Stop being difficult and open the door.”

Kaveh snapped, “I’ll be as difficult as I please. You can’t tell me what to do, you can’t make me do anything. My decisions are my own so if I want to open the door, I’ll open the fucking door. You got that?” Alhaitham placed his palm on the doorframe, he could feel that Kaveh was right on the other side, nothing but a piece of wood separating them, yet the hostility created an invisible distance. 

“This conversation isn’t about the door, is it?” the scribe asked. Kaveh opened the door with reddened cheeks and tearful eyes, “Not really.” he said with a shaky voice. Alhaitham walked inside, Kaveh was busy rebuilding the Sanctuary so he hadn’t been home very often these past months, even when he was, there wasn’t much time for the two of them to talk.

Plans and sketches were scattered over every flat surface, the clutter of crumpled pieces of paper, empty glasses, finished pencils and chunks of chalk were taking over the beautifully furnished room. Regardless, his bed was perfectly set, fresh linens and the smell of peaches that emitted from the corner of the room softened the chaos. No matter how bad he had it, Kaveh deeply cared about getting enough rest. He would never skip a good night’s sleep or create any distractions on, under or near his bed. 

Because everywhere else was inhabitable, the two settled on the bed, sitting next to each other with their backs against the wall. “Well, you told me to shut up. So, talk.” Alhaitham said without looking at him, eyes fixated on the opposite wall. He could tell Kaveh was playing with his hands, as he did when he was nervous or sad. He took a deep breath, “It’s just too much, Haytham. Everyone’s on my ass all day, do this, don’t do this, stay loyal to the original design, no nevermind create something new, do light colors but not too light, no now you made it too dark. Just, what the fuck do they want from me?” Kaveh vented.

“Didn’t they hire you because they liked your design in the first place?” Alhaitham asked calmly. Kaveh ruffled his hair, “Exactly. So I don’t know what the problem is. They liked the initial design and I’m the best man for the job. I assure you, my vision is impeccable. I know I can make it absolutely mesmerizing.” Though to someone else it could come off as a little narcissistic, Kaveh was right. When it came to restoration and rebuilding, even people outside of Sumeru would occasionally cross the continents to witness his creative process.

“You don’t have to prove it to me. I already know what you’re capable of.” Alhaitham said with a bland tone. He always had the tone, but Kaveh knew he meant what he said. It wasn’t often that they genuinely expressed their kind thoughts about each other. “Thanks, it just… Upsets me that no one cares. I know it’s business, but it still…hurts.” Kaveh’s voice cracked, a small hiccup followed. He was taking deep breaths, stress-crying next to Alhaitham wouldn’t be pleasant.  

“It is business but you pour your heart and soul into your work, down to the tiniest line you draw. I believe you have the right to be upset about it.” Alhaitham acknowledged his worries. Kaveh nodded, he was still fighting back the tears, tugging at strands of his hair that made him uncomfortable. Alhaitham turned to his side, “Come, I’ll undo it.”

Kaveh turned his back and sat still as his roommate carefully removed the crimson clips. Their relationship was, interesting, to say the least. Anyone that witnessed a five-minute conversation between them would be easily convinced that they hate each other. Kaveh would even say it to his face, on early mornings where they both just wanted to go back to sleep and Alhaitham carelessly brushed through his golden hair, “Ah! It hurts.” Kaveh would whine, while the scribe would brush it even more vigorously because he would be running out of patience. 

When Kaveh would scoff and whisper “I hate you.”, Alhaitham would let out a delighted chuckle and say “Thank you.” as he would place the final clip before sending the architect on his way. For someone that ‘hated’ Alhaitham, it was interesting that Kaveh sat down once a month and performed the maintenance on the scribe’s earpiece, it was even more interesting that he left drawings of him all over the house on napkins or spare pieces of paper. 

They were caricatures meant to point out how ‘ugly’ Alhaitham was, but it was still baffling how he got every detail right, almost as if he studied every corner and crevice of the scribe’s face before. As a counter-strike, Alhaitham wrote mean poems and replaced Kaveh’s drawings with them whenever he encountered one around the house. Again, with the intention of pissing him off, of course, what was more normal than writing poems to the roommate you simply couldn't stand? 

Though this time, Alhaitham made sure to be gentle, he undid the clips with utmost care, without harming even one strand of it. And notably, he took his time. Because of Kaveh’s schedule their routine was also interrupted, Alhaitham only realized then how much he missed their ordinary domestic activities. 

It wasn’t anything special, but even the five minutes they spent together in silence, how Kaveh stopped fighting him and just behaved himself waiting for Alhaitham to be done, and especially how soft his hair was. The way it draped over his back and reflected the sunlight beautifully, every color around them bouncing off the golden strands even in the dim lighting of his room. 

Kaveh’s cape was already off, so right where his hair ended, the skin of his back peeked through the window of his shirt. After freeing his hair fully, Alhaitham brushed them off to the side, exposing more of it. His thumb grazed over his nape, followed by the rest of his fingers, drawing circles and lines all along his spine and shoulders. 

Alhaitham couldn’t resist the urge any longer, he leaned forward, “Haytham, what are you—” Kaveh was stunned but not by the kiss, it was the moment that came right before. His roommate breathing down his neck, his lips already warming up the area even before they made contact. Kaveh’s heart had already sunk all the way down to his stomach as Alhaitham pressed a gentle kiss. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Alhaitham asked without pulling away. Kaveh couldn’t think properly, the warm feeling began to sprout from where the scribe just kissed, it spread all over his back, his shoulders and his arms, his torso and his thighs, it infected him like a deadly poison. He craved more, but at the same time he was too paralyzed by it to answer. “If you want me to go on, then I’ll continue. But I need you to answer first.” Alhaitham reiterated. “What do you want?” Kaveh could finally pick up his jaw off the floor.

“You just cried about no one listening to you, so I’m asking. Whatever you want, I will abide.”

“I don’t need you to give me a false sense of control just to make me feel better.”

“That’s hardly the point of what I’m doing.”

“Then why are you kissing me?”

Alhaitham’s brows furrowed, was it not obvious? “Because I want to.” he declared. Kaveh’s heart skipped a beat, he looked down on his lap, even with his back turned he didn’t want the scribe to see the stumped expression he had on his face. “Then… More.” he pleaded, Alhaitham’s arm wrapped around his waist as he got pulled closer back, “As you wish.” he spoke into his neck again, leaving a trail of passionate kisses. With each one Kaveh had to hold back gasps. 

With one hand on his waist and the other on his chest, Alhaitham could definitely feel it heaving, though no sounds were leaving the blonde’s mouth, he could feel the contractions and the tension that was building up inside of him. He kept peppering kisses, mapping out the lines, muscles, marks and sharp bones. He held Kaveh’s chin, turning it to the side, he was already out of breath, trying to maintain his composure but failing miserably. 

Alhaitham got closer and closer until their lips touched, not kissing but just stacked over each other. He closed his eyes, breathing into Kaveh’s mouth and purposefully not making a move. Kaveh finally released his hands from his lap and placed them on his roommate’s thighs, kissing him passionately as his head fell back on the scribe’s collarbones. 

Alhaitham wanted to take things slow, but the crotch of his pants kept tightening more and more, straining his dick further the more Kaveh moaned into his mouth. The blonde turned his body towards him without breaking up the kiss, placing himself on Alhaitham’s lap. Heavy breaths and sighs blended into each other as their hands removed the remaining pieces of clothing. Kaveh was already getting worked up, he went for the drawer and took out the small vial of lube. Alhaitham grinned, “And I thought I was being impatient.” 

Kaveh scoffed with a dramatic eye-roll as he handed him the vial. The scribe carefully slicked his fingers and laid Kaveh on his back. He got on top, circling around his hole before pushing in with one finger. Though he went very slow, taking his time before adding a second and third finger, Kaveh still felt too tight. Alhaitham kept diligently working, however he couldn’t help but worry slightly. The last thing he wanted was for Kaveh to feel uncomfortable. But he seemed to be enjoying himself, legs separated even more, writhing and squirming with every flick of Alhaitham’s fingers. 

He retracted them and spread the rest of the liquid over his dick before lining up with Kaveh’s hips. He quickly wrapped around him like a koala, looking up in lust and anticipation. Alhaitham pushed inside, barely getting past the tip. Kaveh gasped, muscles tensed up with the intrusion. Everytime the scribe tried to move, he was pushed back by the tension and Kaveh’s desperate sounds. 

“It’s not even halfway in.” he stated, slightly confused. Kaveh was aware, yet it put him in an incredible amount of pain already. Alhaitham caressed his hips gently, leaving soothing kisses on his shoulder. “Relax.” he said, fingers brushing over the areas he held tension in. Kaveh took a deep breath and closed his eyes, he felt his hips sink lower on the mattress and the strain easing up. Alhaitham slid all the way inside smoothly and cupped Kaveh’s cheek with a smile, “See? A lot better.” Kaveh did feel comforted, but at the same time very numb. Physical affection came very naturally to him, even with people he just randomly met at the tavern. So why, when it came to the person he saw closest to himself, was he feeling immobilized like this?

Alhaitham had already noticed and analyzed his state. Even though he didn’t notice, the scribe could see him struggle to remain in control. Emotionally and physically, most likely resulting from the events in his current work-life. He wasn’t indulgent as he usually was, not heated and careless. He seemed calculated, analytical and diligent, but all of that was working to his disadvantage. “The goal isn’t to have absolute control. Even when you’re giving it up, you can still hold power.” Alhaitham said as he thrusted slowly.

“That’s an oxymoron.”

“But you see, you are the one giving it up. The game is still by your rules.”  

“Maybe, but it doesn’t feel very good to surrender.”

“Does it not?”

Kaveh stuttered, “No I meant…with work. Not…this.” he felt his cheeks fire up, Alhaitham hummed, “I see.” He pulled back and sat up again, pulling Kaveh to his lap and inserting himself back in. The blonde gasped as Alhaitham held him by the hips and thrusted in and out passionately, exploring all of him. Kaveh wrapped his arms around the scribe’s neck, playing with his hair and allowing his own body to be rocked rhythmically.

He was finally unraveling, a string of saliva trailing down from his chin as his pupils traveled back out of sight. His head fell on Alhaitham’s shoulder as he spoke in between moans, “Fuck, Haytham… Why didn’t we do this sooner?” The scribe chuckled, “I never thought you’d be into it.”

“What, why?”

“Well, I’ve watched a lot of people leave your room since you moved here. I know you’re never short on company.”

“Yeah but… They’re just…people. I don’t love any of them, you know?”

“You don’t love me either.”

Kaveh raised his head and gazed into his eyes, “I hate you.” he affirmed, weirdly it felt like a beautiful confession, affection and appreciation beaming through his half-lidded eyes, their bodies and minds connected, love marks painted across Kaveh’s skin, but he couldn’t bring himself to say ‘love’, hoping that Alhaitham would understand. 

“I hate you too.” the scribe said with a smile. Kaveh exhaled shakily, relieved and excited all at once, he raised himself slightly on his hips, grinding onto his roommate, his chin brushing against his shoulder. “But at the same time…” Kaveh clung to him even more, like a snake slowly tightening its grip and suffocating its prey, “...You’re the best thing to come home to.” his moans grew louder, drawing circles with his hips and feeling Alhaitham’s hands all over him like a light breeze on a heavy summer night. 

“The feeling’s mutual.” Alhaitham said with a low and thick tone. He had stopped leading Kaveh as they stayed immersed in the loving embrace. When the blonde slightly pulled back, he used the opportunity to push him down, aiming for his prostate. 

Kaveh gasped as his eyes widened, he opened his mouth to object, but Alhaitham did it again, and again…and again until the blonde realized his efforts were futile. “How cute.” the scribe teased as he slowed down. 

“Shut u—Ah!” 

It was still too soon to talk, apparently. Alhaitham’s fingers wrapped around his dick, spreading the overflowing amount of precum all over the shaft. Though Kaveh was drunk on pleasure, he had still managed to stop himself from releasing. “That’s actually impressive.” Alhaitham remarked. The blonde chuckled, “I don’t want you to think I’m that easy.”

He could’ve sworn that he saw a momentary flash in the scribe’s eyes, a carnal glow that emerged and vanished. Alhaitham’s hand was no longer lingering, his hand moved up and down, pumping Kaveh’s cock with ease, “I won’t. Why don’t you show me how much you like it, Kaveh? Or am I not making you feel good?” he teased. 

“I see what—ah—you’re doing. It’s n—not going to work.” Kaveh was determined, he was gripping at the sheets besides his thighs, taking in short and shallow breaths trying to distract himself. Alhaitham’s lips trailed over to his neck, as if being filled up and jerked off at the same time weren’t overwhelming enough already. “Too bad… You sound so pretty when you cum, surely it would be even better with no walls in between.” the scribe jested with a smirk that his roommate couldn’t see at the moment. 

“Bastard.” Kaveh cursed under his breath, releasing soon after with whimpers and moans, clinging onto Alhaitham’s shoulders. He could feel the scribe twitch inside him as he growled at the sight. Kaveh looked up and saw the same spark in his eyes, though this time much stronger, it didn’t look like it was going to vanish anytime soon. He gained composure again, it was hard not to crumble under Alhaitham’s gaze, but he laid him down on his back regardless. 

Alhaitham was confused at how fast he bounced back, “You’ve had your fun, now it's my turn.” Kaveh exhaled sharply while sliding down on his dick. 

“Your idea of fun is fucking yourself on my dick?”

“Don’t be sad Haytham, you’re so much more than your dick, I promise.”

Alhaitham laughed as Kaveh got more comfortable, straddling his hips and riding fast and vicious. “Though it is certainly impressive.” Kaveh said slyly, “Fills me up perfectly, don’t you think?” 

It was Alhaitham’s turn to be stunned, he looked up, noticing the whorish look in Kaveh’s eyes, hips swaying on top of him with passion and yearning. “Hmm, cat got your tongue?” the blonde quipped. Alhaitham shook off the feeling, “If you want to be able to sit on your ass tomorrow I suggest you stop talking.” he groaned. Kaveh adored the idea, but that was for another day. He pulled back again, feeling that his roommate was drawing near. He gained even more friction, luring out moans and growls from Alhaitham’s lips as his eyes closed. Kaveh felt euphoric, skipping no opportunity to please both of them. 

“Haytham.” he murmured. “Hm?” the scribe opened his eyes and asked by instinct, finding his roommate leaning over, drooling on his chest with heavy breaths and whimpers leaving his mouth. Oh. he realized this wasn’t the usual “Haytham.” that he was used to hearing around the house. It wasn’t “Haytham, take out the trash.” or “Haytham, why do you always steam vegetables? You know I hate it.” This was just reserved for this moment, no follow-up, no question, Kaveh was moaning his name. As surreal as the whole experience was for Alhaitham, at that moment it finally gained a sense of reality. His name spilling out the lips he wanted to kiss for a long time, it really was happening. For the first time but probably not for the last. 

“Kaveh.” he whispered and held his cheek lovingly, releasing inside of him a moment later. The feeling of bliss overcame both of them as Kaveh lifted himself and collapsed next to Alhaitham. The build-up of exhaustion returned to his body as if he was struck by lightning, his now weakened body snuggled close to the scribe’s. 

“If you want to sleep, I can leave.” Alhaitham brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his face. “Sleep with me.” Kaveh mumbled. The scribe’s brows raised, “You hate sharing the bed.” it was more of a question and less of a statement. But Kaveh wanted nothing more than to rest with Alhaitham’s warmth surrounding him. “Tired… No arguing.” he stuck his head close to his roommate’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Alhaitham obliged, all he let out was a soft hum, by the time he encased Kaveh’s tired body in a cuddle, he was already sound asleep.

[carlyraejepsans]

I'm afraid your Gyftrot suggestion might be misguided, my irken fellow. You need only CHECK this out...

Gyftrot is already on the lookout due to his run-ins with the Snowdin teens who decorated it. It's Frisk's "youthful demeanor" that makes it suspicious:

Once again, there's this recurring vagueness and unsureness when monsters try to profile Frisk. They're FAR from capable of identifying them as anything specific, race OR agewise.

But returning to your point. I think it's fair to read Gyftrot's behavior as lumping Frisk in with the other gang of (more recognizably) teenaged hooligans who bothered it before, without really knowing Frisk's age. Not to mention, the dialogue you brought up reads "teeenage". As in an adjective, not a noun, to apply to "googly eyes". Considering Frisk found those on the ground...

...my assumption was always that they were a piece of decoration, belonging to those very teens from before, that Gyftrot had just managed to shake off. ie: "teenage googly eyes".

But I concede that this a very back and forth kind of point, so I think we can file this away as net zero information, HAHAHA.

I'm happy to know my arguments landed re: Papyrus, age confusion and why the date being inappropriate is part of the joke. If I may add another log to the fire, allow me to quote my favorite Papyrus phonecall of all time:

This is just SUCH a succint summary of my point in my original reply re: Undertale's tone and why people in fandom REALLY overexaggerate the negative impact it has on frisk. Kids love deadly spikes! This is a battle RPG! There's gonna be battles! The protagonist can take a few hits it's FINE, where's the fun otherwise? Do you want to play the game or not...?

But specifically, I would like to point out the punchline of the joke here, which is "IF YOU KNOW ANY KIDS, YOU SHOULD ASK THEM!!!" which requires that 1) Frisk is a kid and 2) Papyrus is very VERY oblivious about their age in order for it to land.

It's why I roll my eyes at people who DO agree that Frisk is a kid, but then say Papyrus is doing a playdate with them, like... No babes. He's just face blind as fuck LMAO.

Lastly, I think thee main and biggest argument for frisk being on the kid/younger side of teen at max is the fact that Undertale doesn't exist in a vacuum, but is in close conversation with its successor, Deltarune. We DO have a visual representation of what a human in the 16-18 age range looks like (one that looks like an older Frisk, at that) through Kris.

And come to think of it, Monster Kid too! With a change in size and proportion that is roughly equivalent to the Frisk/Kris one. I think this is enough to assume their comment about striped sweaters was—aside from being a meta joke about RPGs—more or less correct. Or at least, it speaks to some authorial intent on Toby's part for the way we're supposed to think about these characters.

I could also mention the very many MANY pieces of promotional art, official merch and depictions that don't confine themselves to the games' pixelated art style where Frisk is more recognizably a child. But I thought I'd restrict my points to the strictly canonical stuff :P

I bow to the jury. My argument is done. So sorry for the stupidly long essay in your notes, HAHAHA!

Why did the entire Undertale fandom collectively decide that Frisk is 3-8 when they repeatedly flirt with people and go on a romantic date with Papyrus (who fully intended to be attracted to them but couldn't and feels as though this is a failing on his part) and even was supposed to have a robot husband at one point in development.

I tried being shitposty and goofy about it a year or two ago but no one took me seriously then so I'm phrasing it as a genuine question this time. Why is everyone so content to pretend this recurring aspect of their character just doesn't exist.